I'm in my hotel room at the IML host hotel, having a drink and dancing around to Tracy Bonham. I'm about to go down to the vendor mart and work at the Leatherman booth. Many of my friends are with me this weekend. Many of my friends who aren't with me this weekend nonetheless feel close to my heart.
There are times when a good feeling overcomes me so strongly that I want to cry. I like those times. I want to remember those times more often.
It's joy, without irony.