So maybe it's because I'm BEYOND exhausted. Or maybe it's just because I finally found the perfect job. Maybe a combo of the two.
But there is nothing like the high of walking out of an event that you think you did pretty darn well. The high that comes with knowing that, maybe it was in a completely vapid way, but you just made a few hundred people totally happy for a few hours. And you did it twice on both sides of the country.
Okay, off to bed. But man, what a high.