In which I act like Taylor Swift at an awards show...

This has been my facial expression for the past 24 hours. I had hopes that My Favorite Mistake would do well. In fact, I made this crazy goal of number of books sold. An insane goal.
I surpassed it. I'm SPEECHLESS.
I can officially call myself a best selling author. As of right now, MFM is #164 in the Kindle store, #27 in Kindle store > Romance > Contemporary and #33 in Books > Romance > Contemporary. It's also at #147 in the Nook store. Don't know about Kobo, because they're taking their sweet time publishing. I may have to send them an angry email.
WHAT. THE. CRAP.
I know I don't talk a lot about my sales, or how much money I make. I know a lot of indie authors are transparent, and I had every intention of being that way too, but when it came down to it, I decided I didn't want to share that kind of thing, at least not until I'd hit a milestone. Well, milestones have been hit and then some. I've already heard from so many people who have loved Hunter and Taylor's story. It is so gratifying to hear that people love it as much as I loved writing it. When I had the idea, I had this weird feeling that it was something special, but I didn't know until now that someone other than me thinks it's special too.
By the end of today, I will have made more money than I make in a month at my full-time job. IN TWO DAYS.  
I remember back when I started publishing and I'd read the success stories of Amanda Hocking and Samantha Young and Shelly Crane and Colleen Hoover and I was be so jealous. What can I say? It's a human emotion. I would see their sales stats and wish and hope that someday that could be me. That lightning could strike. That it could happen to me, too.
While it's still too early to make any grandiose predictions, I think it's safe to say that my student loans will be paid off a lot sooner than I thought, and I'll probably be able to move out of my parent's house and get my own place. 
I just wanted to write this and thank you. Thank everyone who bought the book. You have a hand in making my dream come true. I can't believe this is happening.
I've wanted to cry and laugh and jump around and tell everyone at the local store about it. I want to call up all my relatives and tell them that my mom has something EPIC to put in the Christmas letter this year. I want to screen shot EVERYTHING just in case something catastrophic happens and this wasn't real. Just so I can prove it. I also feel like I should be MORE excited, but right now I just feel astonished.
For the first time, I feel like there is a light at the end of the tunnel, and it's really freaking bright.