"Peggy Sue got pregnant and was addicted to fifteen drugs."
I awoke yesterday with a huge grin on my face, one which didn't leave me side for the entire day. I was joyous, to the point of mania, for the entire day. Instead of keeping it to myself, I spread that joy amongst others through a snowball fight and just being a generally nice person, and good-natured. I hung out with a few people, did a lot of stuff, had a lot of fun and realized a lot of things yesterday.
It started when I awoke yesterday and said to myself, "Today is the day." By that, I mean to say that yesterday was the day that certain events that had transpired in my life no longer mattered, and everything was at peace with everything else. I was whole again, and everything was one. I awoke with that smile, and no matter how many things went wrong last night, I kept it on. Yesterday was a good day.
BUT, folks, it doesn't stop there. Today is also a good day. I continued to be joyous and to spread the "love" (so to speak) amongst my fellow man. I don't know why, I don't know how. In fact, I only got a few hours of sleep (which was actually the case yesterday, too) and was still joyous. Something's gotten in to me, and I like it. I've got some sort of disease or bug. Mania, perhaps. Don't know, don't care. I'm going to sit back and enjoy it.
Also, there was a huge, awesome fight at school today (it involved security guards getting their asses kicked, even!), but I'll write about that some other time.