I watched my first Superbowl yesterday. Patriots fans are amusing to watch. I ate the last cookie. And I'm way too competitive; it's a good thing I DON'T watch sports regularly. It's so much fun to mock that I don't want to get attached. I still think their outfits are ridiculous, though.
And all my apartment-mates have returned, so I am no longer all alone and bored. It's much more cheerful with all of us around. I also had a good, long talk with someone today, so all that grrness that bottled up last weekend has drained away. I feel much better, much encouraged. And I smelled sea air, and saw geese and seagulls. Good to get off-campus. Good to find honest sympathy. Good, good, good. Still tired in body, but not so tired in emotion.
You fall down, down, down, and then suddenly realize you've somehow been pulled back up into the open air, and it's one of the most ecstatic, beautiful feelings in the world. Vita bona est.
1 comment:
Nice use of your Latin, you snazzy person, you.
C.
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