Like the delightful homemade egg tart that supplemented my breakfast this morning, lovingly baked by a colleague's mother.
And the Chasing Amy poster that another colleague and fellow Kevin Smith fan gave me, just for the hell of it. I would put it up at my cubicle at work, but it has words like "fuck" and "ménage à trois" and this is a school after all, so I'll put it up at home instead.
And the Anthon Berg version of heaven, also a gift.
And everyone who supported my instigation to go to Wine Bar last night. And the bartender who made friendly small talk and really strong drinks. And the waiter who didn't make a fuss when I asked him to shift the bill to my credit card so that we could get cheaper drinks.
And Ondine, who tolerated my whining this morning about PMS via SMS and, as any good friend would, heartily encouraged me to ditch work and go spoil myself ("Cake? Shopping? ... Think a spa thing might help?"). (If only I could.)