I'm in a really good mood.




Normally, I have pretty regular emotions I cycle through from day to day, week to week. I was never one of those people who needed anti-depressants.

But this past month, I don't know, I've felt consistently unhappy. Maybe unhappy is the wrong word. I almost wish I could have felt unhappy, or more overtly depressed. Then I could at least say I felt something, instead of a sort of blase ambivalence.

All I know is that happy is definitely not the right word for this last month's "major emotion," so my mood, let's just say, has been stuck somewhere short of happy.

And suddenly, I feel chipper. Even before my morning coffee, I'm feeling pretty good. I had forgotten what pretty good felt like. I would say I feel almost as good as Paula Abdul, when she was interviewed about "American Idol" on some morning news show.

I wish I could grasp what's different about today. I'm not on a caffeine high. Nothing in my life has changed all that much. Maybe I've just finally caught up with sleep. I get a little down if I haven't had enough rest: why do you think I value naps so highly?

What's strange is I should probably feel unhappy. I've got a lot on my plate today. I've recently almost burned a bridge with my sister. Classes start tomorrow, which means my life is about to get busy. But hey, reason be damned, I'm happy, and I'm going to capture this moment in a blog.

So, anyways, I wish you all happy emotions, whether they come from natural or synthetic sources!

And PS -- I'm really sorry about the poorly constructed sentences in my last blog entry. Can't help it, I was born a rambling woman.