I was a grouchopotamus last week.
I had yet another in a series of seemingly unending doctor's appointments, I hadn't lifted weights in over a week, and even though the world was basically okay I couldn't shake the feeling of ARGH GRAR AWFUL WRONGNESS *GRUMP*. But then, in the past few days, I have:
* helped people move
* seen folks I rarely see
* had a party with
spike* found my wallet which had been missing for a month (please, please do not ask)
* changed my diet in ways that make me happier
* played Rock Band with
fennel -- specifically, ALL OF
DOOLITTLE OMG AAAAAA *flapflap*
* gotten happily soaked in a rainstorm under rainbow umbrellas
* taken photos
* gotten sweet hugs, kisses, and snuggles
* gotten SLEEP
* played with LED toys
* eaten stinky, stinky French cheese
* biked to work (after D graciously pumped up my tires for me!)
So yeah, I'm happy, and I have good people. Thank you for bearing with me until I returned to my regularly scheduled mollypotamus self.