I feel good.
I have a new excercise regime (new bike), a fairly good diet, a love-interest at work, some recent respect for my abilities at work (I am smokin’-hot sometimes IIDSSMS)
In other words, my sad little life is finally going places. If nothing comes of the love-interest I will derive satisfaction from having tried to make something of it. And I know for damn sure I will try because the new me doesn’t even contemplate the idea of non-action.
The new me doesn’t dwell on bad thoughts. The new me gets his ass off his… ass and makes each day worthwhile. The new me is going to be brave and use all weapons at it’s disposal to get what it wants.