It is 5:08 p.m. and I am a lovely version of above the clouds, sitting at my mahogany oak dinner table, listening to the new Mumford & Sons album, reading Christopher Poindetxer's poetry. How fucking Urban Outfitters of me. I had an awesome day today. I don't remember the last time I had a really AWESOME day. One that deserved recognition. I just did things on my own time today, for once. And I was oddly productive. By productive, I mean I did multiple things throughout the day, on my watch. I went to the bank, I laid out in my driveway with the new People magazine because it was a gorgeous day, I ate a sub, I'm writing. I feel like me. I'm getting my nails done at 6:30, I have an appointment. I watched youtube videos today. I'm about to download some music. I'm using my soul. My soul is active. I feel like my insides are smiling. I can't wait to see him. I was optimistic today. I let things be. I looked onward.
