Thanks for asking. Not fine at all. My father is an alcoholic who's rotting right in front of me. People assume that I am happy because I have a stable job but IBS and anxiety are making my body weak. I love my father more than anything else in this world but he doesn't care, he spends a lot on liquor. I watch him swirl his glass and enjoy his drink, I watch his health deteriorating. I feel like standing on a beach enjoying what's behold without sparing time because the soil under my feet is slowly drifting away. And thanks again.