Huh?
Yesterday I was thinking that I need to get out to the bad mood I've been in for the last (mmm, let's see) six months or more. This morning I woke up early to get ready for work and it's actually shaping up to be a very pleasant day. How can this be? It's morning. Somehow I have fallen into an alternate dimension where not only does the morning not kill me but I actually enjoy it.
I am stymied.
I am stymied.