this time tomorrow where will we be?
I started to write something for this old lj last night, but got distracted by one of those marathon talks with my best friends. In said post, I mostly just mentioned my love of jammies and wool socks, over and over again. (Because it's true; I do love wool socks and jammies!)
I've spent much of the last month working, getting to know my co-workers, and decorating my room. It's purple now, and has pretty furniture and pictures and has become the best room in the house for me (because it is me.) Also, listening to music, and watching television and being able to get enough sleep and reading good books. I credit all of these things for making me as happy as I've ever been in my life before, and difintely the happiest ever in recent years. The fact that I am consistantly in a good mood still shocks me a bit, after spending about five years being constantly tired/bitchy/unhappy/insecure/whatever, in the back of my mind. I've been feeling so good, that I actually briefly worried that I had a brain-tumor. Which shows how well I am dealing with it. After a somewhat rocky September, I have settled into a routine of contentment, which is wonderful for right now, though I'm still looking forward to January, when I'm going to start taking a couple of courses part-time. (Anthropogy and Music.)
Things are good. This is good.