Joy, and Joy, and Joy.

That's how the days are falling out lately, with just enough salt and bitter to bring out the taste.

Here's a song. At My Most Beautiful. http://s35.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=1NTXVIPF9X4ZR1FDMGDAEAI836

You always say your name,
Like I wouldn't know it's you,
At your most beautiful.

I love, love, love this REM album, as I've said a million or two times before, so here's another one from it. I may have posted this one recently. It's Hope. http://s35.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=2W41HTO5QSIK919EJDSEO4CCAV

Rehearsal last night was fun again-- last one I was dead tired and felt weird, but this one I got to do my action-packed monologue where I do things such as yelling and clapping, and that is fun. Who'm I kidding, I just love being in the centre of the stage, the focus of attention. Go figure.

Also last night, my roommates spontaneously invited me to dinner with them. It was pretty nice. I accepted, and they poured an extra glass of wine. My roommate makes the best yorkshire pudding ever.

This morning, the perfect birthday gift for my brother fell into my lap. Literally. Thanks, Juggler.

Tonight I have a hot date.

It's sunny out, fergawdsakes! How can one not be happy?

Now to write up a presentation for Monday.

More Writing.

I haven't been writing on here lately so much. I mean, yes, just recently, but not so much before that.

I find in myself, suddenly, an enormous well of words to describe myself. They used to be there, and I would use them constantly. The little narrator in my head is gone, now, though. Always, always, always, as far back as I can remember, whenever I was doing something there would be that little voice narrating, choosing the right words to describe what was happening, choosing a point of view ot speak from. That's gone now. Maybe it's because my mind isn't so conditioned to that form of words right now, because I'm not reading so very much anymore. The two-novel-a-day habit has to fade sometime, right? And now it's gone.

There are still words, though.

I exist more than I make myself to exist.

In the last week or so, my skin has been more perceptive than usual. It's been a bit long for it to be a cycle-related thing, but here's how it goes. Before, when I touched someone or was touched by someone, or some/thing/, I was more aware of the idea of the touch. I felt the thing, and it translated in my brain into 'I am being touched'. Now I've got out of the abstract of it, and the touch sort of goes straight into my awareness, unfiltered, as maybe 'rough/scratchy/warm' without necessarily the conceptualisation of it.

It's neat.

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This post has been removed due to exceeding the weekly allowable 'I am happy' count on livejournal. Ha ha ha. Love you guys. :)

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http://s12.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=382XGZU0O5CBY0E64TJURJCWWB Barenaked Ladies, When You Dream.

Okay, I really can't leave it at just that.

There's something I want to say, and I'm awkward writing about it. You'll laugh, no doubt-- I can post about fertility and sex no problem, but when it comes to trying to describe healthy relationship stuff I feel oddly reluctant. But, here's how it goes:

Juggler and I have been pushing kayak stuff really hard lately, to get the wood cut, because we could. Pretty much all our time has been spent with it. So I say to him, the other day, 'dude, I've really been missing that romantic/attention-to-each-other time. It would look like X.' He says, 'what are you doing Saturday night?' and then tonight he presents me with some options that perfectly satisfy those requirements, we do one or three of them, and now we're sitting here side by side at the computers. Um, there's not much more to the story. I communicate, he listens, we do something that satisfies both parties, we're happy. I mean, damn! It's like a textbook.

Additionally, I'm enormously infatuated with a Random Person right now, and this helped me redirect some of that energy back into my stuff with Juggler. Of course, that means I'm floaty-happy about two people at the same time, which puts me right out of commission, really, altogether. If I knew how to swear, I'd degenerate into random swearing, just as a good vent. As is, I'll stare into space with a stupid grin a bunch and have lots of sex.

Plus I have the best friends ever, near and far. Plus I have someone to beat, and someone to beat me.

As if that weren't enough, a 'daylight' compact flourescent bulb came out which is the best normal-socket bulb yet for indoor plants, and actually 'feels' 'bright'. Plus I'm getting my antiques tomorrow. Plus I'm giving my room a facelift. Plus, dammit, happiness multiplies. It feeds on itself and every little thing just pushes it up more and more.

Awww, frick, how am I gonna make this presentation?

Oh well. All the music coming up on the playlist is about sleep or dreams. This is how God talks to me, through coincidence.

http://s12.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=3EZ5IPUZWU79F024CWE0G1UUQ1 Here Comes The Rain Again.