The exact opposite of PMS
Today was a fabulous day. London has never been so magnificent. My job has never been so entertaining. My hair has never been so well behaved. I ate a salad for lunch — and enjoyed it. That was the giveaway, really. Something was up; but what? Why was I in such an insanely good mood? Better random happiness than random crabbiness, obviously, but why?
And then this afternoon, I got an unexpected email with some rather cool news that opens up exciting new worlds of possibility.
Suddenly it all made sense. I was clearly in a temporal loop that enabled me to feel the buzz before I knew its cause. I like it. Maybe I'll call it PJS: pre-jubilation syndrome.
bouncebouncebounce...
PS And THEN I got home to find Beloved had ironed my shirts. It really doesn't get any better, does it?
6 comments:
The ironing could stand alone. And PJS - A+. Ought to get lexicon... -ified. -erated. Thingy.
Well, go on then: what are the new worlds of possibility???
Shhh... it's a secret...
i could use a dose of that. eating anything new lately?
Yes. Salad. ...I don't think that's it.
So, what, you're boasting now? How do you think us depressed folk feel about that?
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