Five days in a row where I could consider myself to be happy. That's the longest strecth since July/August. Awesome.

The only problem is that I don't want to be serious. I have been writing letters and e-mails to people (some to be sent or given, some without that intent) because when I see them, I don't want to ruin the joy and happiness by being serious at all -- good or bad. That kid of sucks, but it's definitely better than biting my lips because of the fear that something bad might come out...and the occasional slip when something came out anyway that has defined my life for months on end. I look forward to more balanced times.