My mood is lifting.

I think the winter grays are finally starting to recede. I think my minor meltdown on Monday cleared my head and left me open to more positivity. Sometimes you just have to drive the harmful humors from my blood in one great spurt in order to allow all the light to flow in.

Or something new age-y like that. Maybe it's just the stricter diet I've adopted that's making me feel more invigorated. Whatever the reason, everything's coming up Tankboy!

To celebrate, here is a picture of Sasha the Cat stalking a pizza box (as Mich and I look on, kind of).