(torch)light at the end of the tunnel

After what was possibly the Worst Week ever -- screwed by RL and all Bosses down, going home at midnight every day, finding out that Jack stuck a really big bloody spoke from behind, and Oasis Thursday (which I can't even remember exactly, but just woke up knowing that I had messed up AGAIN) --

I get a letter in the mail telling me I've passed my nikyu Japanese Language Proficiency Test.

It's not much, but a hundred dollars more a month means I can now afford a few more pints of beer to help get through my drone-y days. Anyone up for a Heineken? It's on me.