My friend Scotty wonders if, in the future, blogging will become a new feature of the DSM criteria (the diagnostic manual for psychiatric disorders). Where once we kept diaries filled with our innermost thoughts, hidden under the bed or locked with a miniscule padlock, today we proudly proclaim our insecurities and flaunt our insanity online for the whole world to read. Maybe it's therapeutic to get things off our chests and to think that somebody on the other side of the globe could be affected in some way by our musings. Even so, do we really want our really want our friends, parents, bosses or lovers knowing about our perceived inadequacies and crazy tendencies? Is it really the modern-day equivalent of the soapbox or worse - standing on busy street corners in a sandwich board with a megaphone, announcing the demise of ourselves?

My friend Dave tells me that I shouldn't drink alone. That's another story.