I am in a good mood. I’m tired and exhausted and go nowhere near enough rest or sleep last night. But I think I am happy.
I started my new position this week. And it’s fantastic. I am never bored and there is always something for me to do. Even though some of what I’ve been asked feels overwhelming. I am doing it. And everyone at the office is so nice.
And there’s the “new” guy. Who isn’t so new anymore. And he just makes me feel warm and safe and fuzzy. Which frankly is dangerous, since we aren’t a couple. And I don’t even know if we’re officially dating in any capacity. But still. Happy. I woke up in his arms this morning and it set the mood for the rest of the whole day.
My parents moved. The new apartment is so much better than where they have been. It’s even bigger, with fewer bedrooms. Which is more amusing to me than I think it should be.
My birthday was really fun too. I basically spent most of this past weekend celebrating. Which wasn’t really the point for Saturday. We were just supposed to explore the Pompeii exhibit and have pastrami and laugh.
What else.
I don’t know. I’ve had wine. I’ve been having a cup every night when I’ve gotten home.
I think I’m happy.
Maybe I’m starting to come back up?
Shpunkey 