joie de vivre, pt. deux

As I walked to my car this morning after a very long night, I felt triumphant. I felt like Molly Ringwald at the end of Sixteen Candles... just without the Jake Ryan. Or Winona Ryder at the end of Heathers... just without the Martha Dumptruck.

Nahhh better yet, I felt like John Bender at the end of The Breakfast Club. Walking proud, fist in the air. Triumphant. Haha.

I'm glowing. This has been an amazing week.