Kathy glanced down at her empty shot glasses and blushed. "I thought I was doing better than this," she mumbled. "But then things kind of..."

It wasn't that she'd been doing better, it was just that she'd been better at willfully ignoring everything that was wrong and had finally run out of bullshit to hide behind. And that coping mechanism having failed, she'd moved on to the next.

Which was more self-destructive? WHO COULD SAY? Wheee!