This may sound odd, but it's somehow refreshing when in the realm of drunken depression I'm able to be the garden variety sort of lonely rather than heartbroken. The fact that I no longer seem to miss one person in particular almost overrides the problems that are inherent to the end of a night of drinking. On the one hand, I'm alone and sad. On the other I'm just elated that I'm not crying over him. It's a good and happy step.