Dream Myself Alive

Today feels odd. Not in a bad way at all, mind you – but odd all the same. I’ve got this sort of dreamy haze I’m toting; sort of like if you should imagine the word “yes” as a feeling and curl up into it.

I feel less an Internet professional, and more a tasty treat nestled warm inside of the belly of the office.

I don’t know what it is. I am just all smiles today. I would venture to guess that perhaps this is an “upswing”, one of those dealios you hear bi-polar types talking about, ‘cept I don’t ever remember feeling this way, and its opposite would be terribly terribly frightening.

Perhaps it is just all good, though. You know? All good. Just one of those little moments in life where things, regardless of their factual status, just rock the casbah.

I didn’t shave today. This might not sound like a big deal, but I *always* shave in the morning. It is almost as required as waking up. I am obsessive about it. I just totally forgot today.

I set up my new pocket sized autobots. They make me smile.

Have a nice day.