my “only slightly shorter but it feels a lot shorter to me” hair, my now very tangible prospects for the future, the fact that my car seems to be running fine (for now), the fabulous open mic I attended at the Red Light, knowing that even though I'm terrible at calling people HGB will call me just to check up, laughing fits that ultimately give me hiccups, being aware that even adorable British men are still no match for my special super power, a charming musician who insists on taking my picture even though it horrifies me, new music from said musician, having concrete goals thanks to Abie

