But I'm not complaining.
I'm actually pretty happy right now. Infinity's special food *and* urinalisis cost $30 all told. Compared to the $60 I was expecting, this is quite the treat. I think I got a secret discount, but I'm not sure.
On my way to the clinic, I drove past a house that I've been inside once, but I remember the girl who lived there, and I missed her. That was a good feeling.
I spent $8 at Dairy Queen, fulfilling a craving I've been having for about two weeks, but that came to a head last night. One Reese's Peanut Butter Cup Blizard, please. Make it a large.
(**Note: I was torn between the Blizard and my favourite item there, the Butterscotch Dip Cone. I wasn't in the mood for sex, though, and so chose the Blizard.)
I also have bubble-wrap here, and that's keeping me very cool. It's amazing how thereputic it is.
I was thinking about the weird mood-swings I get. They're an almost daily occurance, really. It's kind of amusing when you look at them, from an outside point of view.
The trick is to remember that really, there's nothing in life that's important, except the things *you* love, the things that go *right*.
"I got a roof over my head,
Someone to love me in a four poster bed,
And I can play this here guitar. . .
I thank my lucky stars."
Focus on what works, and don't dwell on the sludge at the bottom. Too many people worry about the scum in the mountain stream and don't pay attention to how sweet the water tastes.
But most importantly, see the cosmic joke in all of it. I know from experience that there's a jester who watches us all, and moves us when we're just getting used to life. The Cosmic Clown sees all, knows all, and dares all. Can you hear the laughter?
I can, and it's a beautiful thing.