The Pear Tree

Woke up this morning feeling—despite the beer and pizza and headache I had last night—absolutely fantastic.

Tylenol, I think, gives me some sort of natural high. The last time I remember feeling like this was the morning after my 21st.

I lay in bed this morning for well over an hour, looking out at the sunshine, trying to mentally list my five least favorite Lawrentians, doing, in short, all the things I love to do in the mornings when I'm still lazing about in bed.

Ah, bliss. Superhero theme party tonight.