Back home - the elevator doesn't work for some reason. The sound of early morning ablutions greet me as I take three steps at a time back to my apartment. A familiar sense of deja vĂ¼.
The whole day's laid out in front of me like Napolean's blueprint of the rest of the unconquered world. I'm in an elevated mood... it's contagious and you might get a whiff of it if you walk past me ;)
P.S. I never have and never will take steroids or drugs - shoot, I don't even smoke. But, if I ever become President, I will push for chocolate as a necessary food type!