greenstorm | Smug.

I've been smug lately.

It's not necessarily that appealing, but I have reason. We're coming up on a year of my life being pretty damn wonderful with only the very occasional day of rest.

It's raining now, again (in Vancouver this is normal) and my other-season-self is sitting around the corners of my consciousness waiting to come back; soon we'll have winter-Greenie for your reading pleasure. She's more analytical, a little less laid-back, sharper, but I find I am keeping my sensual streak into winter (this has always been hard for me before).

I could list all the wonderful things in my life here, but there's no possible way to get them all, and making a list of things like that is exclusionist: it assumes that 'most of' my life is bad, and the things listed are the good exception. I'm trying to think of bad things to list here, as sort of an alternative, but the only thing I can think of is a bit of turbulence in the life of several of my friends, and they're all strong and steady enough that this won't be permanently damaging.

I should clean my room right now, but the upstairs roommate is moving out, and the hallway is choked with boxes. Wonder if I can find a garbage bag...