Riiiight... now!

I feel like I'm sitting in front of a fire, with a feather blanked wrappet around me. Or forget the fire, I just have the blanket--it's warm, and light, and soft, and makes me feel gleeful. It's nearly one in the morning, and I didn't do work at all this weekend, but it was worth it if I get to be this happy. I've just been reading backentries, laughing raucously and reading excerpts to Perry--who is my captive audience. She's reading her poetry right back at me, and I'm loving every minute of it. When we get too loud, LeeAnn and Megan yell back from the other room, something insensible. Easy conversation with people far away and people close--it feels like a holiday, or Christmas and I love it. Every minute of it. It started when I looked outside last morning and saw a festival in the park outside filled with scarecrows. A Galesburg festival, a real earthy festival. The leaves are falling, and this is my town and my room and my feelings and everything. I am feeling good.

I like good. I hope it stays. Even through Chemistry.

Damnit, Mel

I hate when I wake up in the morning and am embarassed and grumpy about how I was acting on days previous. I can never tell if that was my outrageous that I'm mad about, or if this is me withdrawing and hating my normal. Grr.