I was just thinking back to that night in mid-May, 2007.
It's hard to believe that any human being could be as happy as I was.
My face hurt so much because I couldn't stop smiling. For days and days I couldn't stop smiling.
I could have died on that night, and I would have died an incredibly wonderfully happy man.
I had to keep living.
It's pretty ironic that, as it turns out, that was the worst night of my life.
Heh, this guy on facebook just asked me if I ever sleep.
Sleep brings dreams, so no thanks, I'll pass.