God, what a fantastic day today was. I can’t even remember the last time I had such a completely great day with no downfalls. I woke up, ran a shitload of errands such as buying a trashcan, a mirror, some frames, mailed my music to Rick Law at Disney. I ran around the res, hung with some Bostonians. I then went to the gym, did MORE aerobic work, then lifted a lot. I came home, hung up all my new shit, then went to the Avalon to see Incubus and get my new job. I got the jobs as bartender, coat checker, and dancer. I should make a shitload of money, real shitload. Then I went to 1778, bumped into Matt who was more than pleasant. I didn’t even want to leave, I wanted to hang out with him more. He was unbelievably warm. There was not a hint of tension in the air. I was so happy. It was the greatest weight lifted.

Now, I’m in my room that is totally coming along. I’m listening to my new Bjork, eating my portabello mushroom sandwich, drinking fresh water, and ready to crawl into my huge and wonderful bed to think of romance and drift to sleep. Life is really good today. I’m very lucky to have a day like this. Yey.