Something In Me Understands
Today has been an intensely manic-depressive day and I'd be hard-pressed to explain exactly why.
Suffice to say that I'm in an overall happy headspace right now. My weekend plans seem to be falling (almost) effortlessly into place. My night was long and terrible sometimes, while at work, but gleefully ridiculous at other times. A number of bus-riding folk probably believe me to be insane, due to my giggling fits earlier today. Work is, as ever, a bit of a struggle. The evening was damned fine. Damned fine indeed. I had my weeping moment, when I couldn't stop the memories of (home?) Bellingham and Rumors and '80s Night from flooding in. But I handled it well, had a few drinks to quiet the ghosts, danced until it hurt, and flirted because I could. Someone even asked me to go home with them. I laughed and laughed and laughed.
Perhaps I'll speak more of this later. I probably won't. It was a good day/night. Really, it was. I need to have more of those.
More good days to come, please?
Suffice to say that I'm in an overall happy headspace right now. My weekend plans seem to be falling (almost) effortlessly into place. My night was long and terrible sometimes, while at work, but gleefully ridiculous at other times. A number of bus-riding folk probably believe me to be insane, due to my giggling fits earlier today. Work is, as ever, a bit of a struggle. The evening was damned fine. Damned fine indeed. I had my weeping moment, when I couldn't stop the memories of (home?) Bellingham and Rumors and '80s Night from flooding in. But I handled it well, had a few drinks to quiet the ghosts, danced until it hurt, and flirted because I could. Someone even asked me to go home with them. I laughed and laughed and laughed.
Perhaps I'll speak more of this later. I probably won't. It was a good day/night. Really, it was. I need to have more of those.
More good days to come, please?