Well, I had a roller-coaster of a shift, emotional-wise. I started pretty down, as I was still hurting in my privates, which sucked on so many levels it pushed me right into the depths. But, things got better as the shift went along. First, by the time I got off shift, I was dong pretty good pain wise, and then in the car I heard this song called "Dam. girl" and for some reason, I pictured myself as the object of the singer's praises, strutting my stuff as he sang. I don't know why, but I'll take it.