To (mis)quote the play we saw the last time I saw you:

"So ... I have no flat, no man, no job, and no prospects. Even my cat has left me. I keep expecting misery, but all I'm getting is exhilaration - basking in the cold, clear air of absolute irresponsibility, knowing there is nothing else they can do to me.

If it weren't so utterly out of keeping with everything I've been taught, I'd have to conclude that this was happiness"

[Eva Johanson, as reported by Jeffrey Bernard]

Know the feeling well...