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Sunshine on a cloudy day
Oct. 27th, 2005 12:26 amI'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!
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!
