This looks like I'm not getting into any great substance here. That comes in waves and the tide must be out. I'm out of coffee. I like a shot of that in the morning, but I can't take much or I start to shake. At a couple different times in my life I was put on various anti-depressants for a while and finally decided that the side effects were worse than the mood swings. Some gave me panic attacks, others innocuous enough nightmares that nevertheless woke me up kicking and screaming. That's not at all like me, really! I read an article in the Times recently on how women metabolize drugs differently and have lower thresholds. Experience tells me there is something to it because I can't even have half a glass of champagne for brunch and feel O.K. to drive home hours later.