Sunshine on a cloudy day

[brigdh]

I'm in such a good mood today that it's bizarre. Not that I mind being in a good mood, not at all. But when it gets to the extent that you're almost sitting inside somewhere inside your head, watching your own actions, and thinking, "Wow, that is a good mood", you have to comment.

I got seven hours of sleep last night; didn't bother me at all. Normally, I get eight hour and then proceed to hit the sleep button for the next 45 minutes. But today, despite the fact that I'd gone to bed over an hour later than I normally do, as soon as the alarm went off, I was up. And bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, a phrase which has never been used to describe me before noon.

So I hang around, filling my time before I have to go to class. Again, normally it seems like I never have enough time to so much as finish reading my email, much less checking my flist. Today, I did both, fluttered around for a bit, realized that I still had quite some time before I had to be anywhere, and went ahead and worked on some projects.

When I went to class, today was my writing class, and today was my day to be critiqued. I'd been a bit nervous about it, not so much because I have any problem with constructive criticism, but because I was afraid of coming off like I did have a problem. "It's got to be harder to take it when it's said to your face," I thought. "And I won't be able to respond! What if I get angry or something? I'm going to look so immature."

This did not happen. At all. My good mood carried over to everything. I was enthusiastically agreeing with every suggestion: "You're right! That is a great idea! Hang on- let me write that one down."

I did errands today! I went to talks! I called people and sent emails and finished up things! This is amazing.

Of course, I'm sure that tomorrow I'll wake up as a giant cockroach, but for right now: Dude!

Comments

[childofatlantis.livejournal.com]

YAY! I'm really glad to hear it. ^_^ I don't know about you, but I find I tend to write entries about bad days much more often than good ones, which probably says somethign about the human psyche, but... anyway, it's just nice to read about a good day. ^_^

[weirdquark]

Dude, I want to hear all about your day as a giant cockroach. ::g::

Glad you had a good day. There haven't been enough of those on the flist lately.

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

Heh, you're right. What's that bit from The Hobbit? "Although good food and friends and rest are all wonderful for person experiencing them, they rarely make an interesting story."

Or something. I should not quote from memory when I haven't read the book in a decade.

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

*laughs* Believe me, if I had woken up as a bug, there would have been many LJ entries decrying my fate already. Mainly with such things as "I'm so disgusting I want to squish myself!" and "None of you understand how hard it is to type with antennae!"

And yeah, you're right. I suppose I should try to post the happy things more often.

[redshoeson.livejournal.com]

Hee, glad to hear things are going well!! ^^ We must get together and discuss your concrit. If you get a chance, I'd love to read what you wrote. ♥

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

Heh, sure. #^^# I'm not terribly happy with it, though, but it got good enough reviews. I've got a good idea of what I want to change for the second draft, so I think it'll end up much better.

But if you want to read it, you can. We just need to set up a time, girl!

[redshoeson.livejournal.com]

YES! I'm busy the rest of the week and gone this weekend, Nov. 4 - 6. Generally, I'm free after 4:30pm. What does your average week look like?

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

Mmmm. I don't know what my work schedule is going to be next week. We'll have to wait till Sunday or so to plan.

[redshoeson.livejournal.com]

Oy woman oy! Well, lemme know.

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

Hey, you're the one who's going away for a weekend! :p