Someone around here is on glue. And it's not me (I gave up glue some time ago. Really now. I've since graduated to much, much more mature addictive matter).
Victories are spectacular. Even if they're smallish victories, they're victories just the same. And they make me happy.
I didn't drive home hating myself.
I didn't drive home feeling like I wanted to be defenestrated.
I didn't drive home en la manana.
Hoorah. I am the coolest rock star on the planet.