I feel sneaky and smart. It's a good combination.
I wrote a poem tonight. I can't post it because Blogger doesn't do the formatting things I want it to, and without those it doesn't have the same effect. But the people who know me will get to read it if they want. I'm bringing it to poetry class tomorrow. It's called "head rush".
A lot of people around me seem to still feel crappy, so I almost feel guilty for being in such a good mood. I've got lots to do, tho. I promised myself that before I go to bed tonight, I'll clean out my fridge and take my garbage out. And finish the writing I need to do. I'm hoping for inspiration.