Yeah...

Last night I got to see Iron Man 3 with my family.  We saw it in the theatre.  I think the last movie I saw in the theatre was Oblivion, and before that, The Avengers.  I don't get to see movies in the theatre as much as I'd like.  But last night we went to a theatre with great 7.1 digital surround sound, with bass tones that vibrated my chair and tickled my butt, and I got to choose where to sit (because we were celebrating my birthday), so I got to sit right in the front row.  There's no better seat than right down in front.  The screen can't get any bigger than that.  You're completely surrounded by the movie.  As close to living in it as I've ever gotten.  And I got to be there with both my boys and my best-friend-wife.  And we didn't have to pay for it because we used my birthday gift certificates.  And the movie kicked ass.  Supremely.

Then I went home, and I got a clog out of my washing machine drain.  Nobody thought I could do it.  I didn't really know if I could do it.  But I did it.  With almost no effort.  With a plan that I came up with on my own.  That my family makes fun of me about from time to time.  But it worked this time.  Pretty easily.  And now my drain is unclogged.  And maybe, my washing machine will work okay now, since I fixed the drain tube last weekend and it doesn't leak anymore.  Yeah, I did that.  Fixed the drain tube.  All by my fuckin' self.

And then I got to sleep next to my best-friend-wife.  We were both feeling sick, but we both had some skin on each other.  And usually that's all that matters-- having a little skin on each other.

And then today, I got promoted.  After being denied twice before, I got promoted.

And I might have a better job in line in the future.  Which I would very much like to be better than my current job, and would like to take it if it's better than my current job.

And my wife and two boys haven't been bothered by legal people or abusive fathers in almost 24 hours.

Yeah, I'm doing okay today.