I should really be in bed sleeping, or finishing West Side Story, but I'm in such a wondermous mood at the moment I thought I'd post.

After a mildy shitty day, things are looking up. It started when I woke up and thought my head was going to explode. The humidifier had run out of water some time before that, so my nose was on fire and yet still stuffy and I had a headache. I ended up skipping my Reference course, but I went to my Database Searching was a pointless class. I made chili, which turned out juicier than normal, and bagged up three kitchen catchers of recycling to be taken out later.

Then April and I had to go grocery shopping, which was quite the experience. She's the cart bitch while I'm the list bitch, and normally this is fine. But I felt weak and dizzy, and I swear my legs were made of pudding. And not like, name brand pudding, but cheap no name pudding. So I'm all out of it, and April's in a bad mood to begin with...then I kept missing things on the list, and we had to go down some aisles three times just to get everything we needed. We eventually made it out of the grocery store in tact, thankfully.

I watched half of WSS before dinner, and instead of finishing it I stopped. Besides, Reba reruns and April's mom's peach pepper relish with cream cheese on Triscuits was more exciting at the time. Really.

But I was in a bad mood, because this cold feels like it's dragging on...my nose won't stop running, and for some reason all of a sudden I can't stop sneezing. Plus April got mad because I sneezed in the kitchen and didn't cover my mouth. Uh, sorry, wasn't aware I was going to do it until it happened. Suck it up, Princess!

I checked my email, and there was a nice note from a woman I met on a Chris Isaak message board, and who has supplied me with bootleg videos and a card at Christmas over the past 3 years or so. There was a misunderstanding on the latest board we post on, and another poster rather ripped my head off. Anyways, long story short, the woman who sends me boots apologized for the other's behaviour, and said she hoped my feelings hadn't been hurt. They hadn't, so it wasn't a big deal.

She also went on to say how proud she was of me for all the changes I've made in my life over the past year. That really made my day, I have to say. I sort of forget how far I've come, and when someone says something like that it makes me truly happy. I'm not going to get into the whole "I used to hate myself and wanted to diiiiie because nobody loved me and the world would have been better off but then I got help and now chemicals help regulate my brain chemistry and counselling helped me feel better about myself and see that I'm a good person" schpeel.

But life is good. Assuming I finish WSS tomorrow and do well on my quiz.