Last night, I had a 'moment of weakness'.

Though, in the oddest sense, I had no idea what it was about. Perhaps it's the sudden jump into flight school. Perhaps it's the blind date that I have scheduled for Tuesday. Perhaps I'm having trouble realizing my birthday is finally over (too much fun, heart palpatations.) Perhaps it's because the woman that I've always wanted has come back into my life again. Or perhaps, I'm just too excited for my own good.

I don't handle excitement well. I've always been calm, cool, and collected. But happiness, oddly enough, can sometimes be a daunting prospect to handle. Especially after such a long period of dull routine.

But what am I complaining about?