Good times, good friends

I will admit to partaking in some gratutitous self-pity earlier this evening. To standing alone in the middle of the living room and announcing to the all-too-playful dog, "I'm sad. And I'm angry. And unhappy.", and then numbing out to Cheers re-runs on TV. But then, Matthew called, and I was introduced to Bruce, who took Matt and Harper and I to PBRs and heated discussions and laughter. And Nate and Wexler showed up, and more beers were had, and now it's too late on a school night, and I don't care. Thank God for good times, good friends.