I've been defeating the OCDs and depression. Both are more or less gone.

I used to go to sleep just to escape my OCDs. But you know what's bizarre now? Now I'm only OCDing in my DREAMS! Last night I had an OCD dream in which I was incessantly OCDing, just like the old days.

I'm looking forward to going to A.C. for Thanksgiving this year. Just last night I was discussing simulated environments. Simulated environments used to be of great comfort to a neurotic such as myself. After all I was afraid of severe weather. In a simulated environment I knew I was safe from tornadoes. Now I just like simulated environments because they are superior to natural environments.

I think of the Irish pub on the second story of the Tropicana. A pub - made to look like an old Dublin pub - on the second floor of a glitzy casino. Great! Cozy! I would be THERE during a severe thunderstorm and/or tornado.

But now I'm even losing my fear of severe thunderstorms and/or tornadoes. Because NOTHING is worse than the fear of going back to the way I was in 2008/early 2009.

I'm also looking forward to Whitehouse subs, the best subs in the entire world! And, yes, I will be eating beef. Because even the fear of Mad Cow disease is not even as bad as the thought of returning to how I was.

And I'm so glad that it was cool and rainy today. It felt like the fall - a season far superior to the summer. I used to love the summer (mostly because I hated school), but now I recognize that Anton LaVey was right: summer is, indeed, a season for the vapid.

I can't wait for the fall and to go to A.C.!