Happiness

Usually, when I sit down to write, it's to prevent myself from going crazy with sadness, anger, loneliness, etc.  But today is different.  I had a wonderful day - and I'm not afraid to talk about it.

Last night, while recovering from the pain of essays and projects (18 pages worth, no less), I decided to have a hot bath.  With bubbles and music in the background.  When I went to sleep, I still had the soothing aura that such marvelous baths give.

I was able to sleep in until noon, in a gigantic and soft bed.  Then, I went over to my mom's house to help her move the heavier bits of furniture around.  We laughed, talked, and shared with each other. (The one regret I have about moving out is that I don't get to spend as much time with my mom.)

When I came back to my living quarters, I made birthday cards and headed out to my friends' birthday party.  Despite knowing only the birthday celebrants, I was able to have a fun time.  I played pool, hid from pictures, and generally was grateful that I had decided to show up.

So, thanks, person who controls such things.  I had a great day.