I feel (a) intrigued and (d) excited. Awesome.
Yesterday, I had a chance to practice being happy for happiness sake.
Today I realize I am happy. People make me happy. But I am not happy because of people.
That is my difference from yesterday and today.
And it is (not was) good.
I theorize that we attend school for nine consecutive month (in America anyway) then go on vacation, because we were structured that way from the very beginning: nine months in the womb—then birth (a similar concept to that which Burroughs writes of in Dry).
Life is a party, no?
Except I was born in six.
So my cycle repeats more frequently.
Please don’t hold it against me.
In other news, I am:
Waiting takes patience, a virtue I hear.