Jumping up and down, practically wetting myself with excitement.

We are going to the 2007 Bonnaroo Music and Arts Festival! Here's the lineup. It is going to be beyond awesome!! *energetic fist pump*

Today is Eddie's birthday, so I bought him one of those musical hallmark cards. It plays the star wars theme when you open it. I can't wait to see the look on his face when he does, he is gonna love it. Sometime this afternoon, I must buy some cake mix. One of the clients loves to cook, so I'm going to have her help me make it. Is that cheating? It will still be made with love, and just a sprinkle of crazy.

The other day while walking to work, I noticed a black lab mix running in the street darting between cars. His owner had been walking him in the park, and he had managed to get away. The poor guy was trying to catch him, but wasn't having much luck due to the icy sidewalks and a very apparent limp. After a couple minutes of cajoling, I got the dog to come to me and grabbed his collar. The guy was visibly shaken and on the verge of tears when he caught up to us. I felt for him. My dog used to run away every chance he got, and the only way I ever caught him was when he would inevitably stop to take a shit. Must have been all that freedom.

Helping that guy made my morning. It made me feel really good that I'd helped someone. But then it made me wonder: do we help people to be altruistic, or because it makes us feel better about ourselves?