Were my life actually one of those Broadway musicals of which I am so fond, this morning would most definitely be a high-energy tap-dance number, performed while I sang about things like flying, twittering birds and sunshine. I am almost always a happy person -- now, granted, I have my periods of grumpiness and annoyance like anyone else, but nine times out of ten, a glance at me will likely find me laughing, smiling, or both. This is one of those rare and wonderful mornings where that everyday feeling of cheerfulness is exacerbated to the point of near-silliness.
Nothing specific brought this on -- I have seen neither M1 nor M2 since Sunday, ha ha -- it is more the confluence of several factors. I shall list these for you now:
-- M1 and M2, obviously. M2 is joining me and the gang for Buffy this evening, and M1 will be attending Shiv's show with me on Friday. This entire situation is so ridiculous, I am liable to burst into hysterical laughter at any moment just thinking about it. I mean, COME ON.
-- Discovering that two people I love are now dating each other, which was probably the most unexpected yet entirely perfect bit of news I could have imagined receiving this morning.
-- My bedroom shall henceforth be known as The Royal Bedchamber. This appellation is right and necessary due to the brand new, thick, red, velvet curtains, deep red flannel sheets, and coppery-gold duvet cover purchashed this weekend, and the deep red silk-paneled wallscreen located by ArtStudent shortly thereafter.
-- Sunshine.
--Flying, twittering birds.
Now, if you will excuse me, I have a song to sing about some very tasty coffee.