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Today was just about the best goddamn day ever. I couldn't stop singing. This could mean one of two things. Things are indeed changing, or I probably have the beginnings of bi-polar disorder.
1.) I randomly checked my unofficial online transcript from NYU and found that the Incomplete that had been beleaguering my soul, like for serious, since December, and for which I had begged for extensions no less than five times, had been LIFTED! and replaced with ------- wait for it, wait for it ------- AN A MINUS! Those random, irresolute, thesis-less, crayon-scrawled six pages I emailed a week ago with an email begging for a provisional grade worked, worked, worked. The ecstacy is so great, it cannot manifest visibly. It has sunk into my sinews and is working its magic from there, pervading my blood.
2.) I swam sixty, as in 6-0, Olympic sized laps today and on my way home bought tomatoes, cilantro, and a Camelback in which I can store a change of clothes and two litres of water ON MY BACK as I begin my summertime endeavour of running the six mile loop around Central Park.
3.) It's silly, ridonkulus, if you will, how cute my hair is. I want to give myself kisses all the time. I've been obnoxiously late to work because I enjoy pattering around in Umbro shorts and sleepy-hair, feeling like a happy little boy all morning long.
4.) I have enough produce in my fridge to feed a small nation. If you live in New York, call me, and I'll make you a Memorial Day feast. Seriously.
5.) It occurred to me as I happily chopped vegetables just now, that I might be my own lover. In a good way.
6.) People, seriously, if you're feeling depressed, STOP DRINKING. You'll feel loads better instantly.
1.) I randomly checked my unofficial online transcript from NYU and found that the Incomplete that had been beleaguering my soul, like for serious, since December, and for which I had begged for extensions no less than five times, had been LIFTED! and replaced with ------- wait for it, wait for it ------- AN A MINUS! Those random, irresolute, thesis-less, crayon-scrawled six pages I emailed a week ago with an email begging for a provisional grade worked, worked, worked. The ecstacy is so great, it cannot manifest visibly. It has sunk into my sinews and is working its magic from there, pervading my blood.
2.) I swam sixty, as in 6-0, Olympic sized laps today and on my way home bought tomatoes, cilantro, and a Camelback in which I can store a change of clothes and two litres of water ON MY BACK as I begin my summertime endeavour of running the six mile loop around Central Park.
3.) It's silly, ridonkulus, if you will, how cute my hair is. I want to give myself kisses all the time. I've been obnoxiously late to work because I enjoy pattering around in Umbro shorts and sleepy-hair, feeling like a happy little boy all morning long.
4.) I have enough produce in my fridge to feed a small nation. If you live in New York, call me, and I'll make you a Memorial Day feast. Seriously.
5.) It occurred to me as I happily chopped vegetables just now, that I might be my own lover. In a good way.
6.) People, seriously, if you're feeling depressed, STOP DRINKING. You'll feel loads better instantly.