I guess I just feel that whether my glass is brimming with Iocane Powder or an Elixir of Life, at least I have a glass with liquid enough to make a toast with.
And on that note, I'd like to make a toast.
Here's to the freedom of choice.
And for the ability to choose happiness even when it is hard to.
And if all else fails, at least I have the world's best friends and family to pour me a glass of warm milk so I can try again.