It's an odd sensation. Today my head's a little less zonked than it was yesterday, but I'm no less beatific. I feel like a fucking astronaut, man, like there's no down, no gravity, no fall--just limitless horizons in all directions, mine for the exploring. Life is... god, I don't want to say life is perfect, because that is tempting the Irony Gods far too much, but every aspect of my life is hovering--no, dancing--somewhere between "just right" and "comprehensively flawless." My job is my job, kinda boring but no harm there, and I'm making plenty of money with the occasional extra shift. The rent is paid, and we're quite securely in the black on next month's. The bills will be paid this week. My dad's loving his new kid, which is great, and she's a goddamned little beauty that I just want to squeeze till she positively POPS. Brian's gone to see Star Wars, and I don't have to go, which is, frankly, the best news I've heard all day. I have a new book. I have new music. I have plenty of food in the house, should I feel like eating it. Oh yeah--and I'm so in love it's coming out my socks.
Now, those who know me will realize that this unprecidented happiness unsettles me somewhat. I'm so joyous that I'm not even waiting for the Irony Gods to backhand me, and the lack of worry itself worries me... in a not sort of way. Upshot is that I can't feel anxious or upset about anything at all right now. I'm not giddy, though I do have moments of that. I'm just... completely satisfied. Fantastic.

For tonight? I'm thinkin' a little Psychonauts, a little more beetling, a movie or two to watch out of one eye, and later on, hopefully, my phantom. The world is bright and filled with music. Trumpets, angels, what have you--you know, all that Hallmark crap. What can I say? Happiness doesn't require fanfare. Just a whisper in a certain voice.

Labels: Brendon, Love