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Life is good and the weather isnt cold.
My nights are decided only by the comfort of my shoes and the price of vodka.
I saw a musical for the first time in years today. I cried a little.
Home was pretty great. Dogs and frisbee, cold beer and Philly.
I am grateful for friends who answer my calls at 5 a.m. when they are in Puerto Rico, and I am drunk bike riding, and I want to talk about the Phospherescent Bay.
I am grateful for family that locks themselves out as much as I do, never complains about PBR, and can make me laugh like no one else.
I think I am starting to get some emotional IQ back.
