There is something to be said about walking home at 4 AM carrying a leftover chunk of the frozen pizza you made earlier and an umbrella you don't need to use because it stopped raining hours ago.

Except I didn't walk, I drove, but since the Music City Marathon is tomorrow, parking is prohibited in all the usual places. So I had to walk a ways. It was a great walk.

I am really happy with myself for the first time in what seems like forever. And it only gets better, because in a matter of weeks I have Joe's bachelor party, NYC, and then London.

Enjoy it while it lasts, people. I'm sure I'll be back to my usual cynical self before too long.