No, I don't. I don't know why I said that. I suppose I do have some sarcasm left in me, a small pool of it sloshing at the bottom of my gall bladder or whatnot. The sunshine of my newfound cheery obnoxious optimism hasn't yet reached into all the dark festering recesses of my healing psyche. Patience. Nothing like Karate For Christ to whip up the remaining vapors of cynicism. Jesus.