Got a load of ale in.
Only Everton have the power now to make it a happy, drunken, singing, loving Toddacelli that staggers up the stairs with a spring in his step, hope in his heart and a glint in his eye for the missus.
Or a weepy, miserable, snotty Toddacelli who just wants to curl up into ball and go to sleep.
Needless to say, the missus will probably be rooting for Lyon.