This life of mine is very exciting right now. I am simultaneously exhausted as I am doing the work of at least 3 people, but high on the thrill of it all. You know the optimistic cynic pendulum is swinging way the hell over to the optimistic side when a reformed born-again athiest like myself is almost-sort-of (minus the whole jesus/god parts) agreeing with a surprisingly articulate and large haired woman on 100 Huntley Street. And that one hyper-cutesy-voiced blonde woman didn't make me want to puke on myself either. I'm not saying I could stand it, just that vomit did not rise up from my stomach. What next, I ask?