Should it be in doubt, I feel much better.

I know it can't be the drugs. I'm still on half-doses for one more day. And besides, they're supposed to take four weeks to really work. I'm sure the weather has plenty to do with it. Daylight savings time. And yesterday, christened Happy Fucking It's Warm Day by Jesse Dukes and Mike Goddard (some friends of my housemates'), was glorious. Apparently it was the second annual Happy Fucking It's Warm Day... they had a barbecue and all last year too.

But yes. I don't want to jinx anything, or screw it up by thinking about it too much (like I did with my first game bowling yesterday... everything went terrific through the fifth frame, where I got all excited and lost my groove). But I'm listening to the Counting Crows and I feel fine. Which is very rare.

I love Big K brand soft drinks.

The flowers my parents got me for my birthday were dead enough that I couldn't deny it any longer. So I opened the window and tossed them out. Hooray for organic, biodegradable type stuff. I got bright orange pollen all over my black hoodie, though. Silly me.

Yum... it's "Time and Time Again." I'm going to stop writing now so I can dedicate myself fully to singing along.