Still no creative drive. If that does not return soon I fear my grasp on this good mood and whatever sanity I possess might just slip.
Still not going near my JennitheOdd screen name, at least not for another three or four hours when most sane people have gone to bed. Almost nothing diminishes my good moods so quickly as talking to lots of people.
Still afraid to look at the scale. That'd ruin it too, I think.
But if, for some obscure reason unknown to mankind, my warped little mind wants me to be unhappy, there is no reason to drag others down with me.
So I will be happy, goddamnit. Happy if it kills me.