A brief update for the remaining fair denizens of Xanga:
Life is beautiful. I mean, could it be better? Obviously so, but renewed optimism along with the promise of the coming chill leads me to believe that nothing is truly bad. I am not particularly happy with many situations. I can't be happy with everything, you know, so I will be happy with what I have.
Sappy? Yeah. Is there hidden cynicism behind it? Probably. I don't know if I want to delude myself or if I truly do believe what I'm saying. Right now, I do not really care about my subconcious motives behind said happiness, I mostly just care about it being there. That's enough.
I'm not in love. No one is in love with me. That could be a bit better, but, you know.
Oh, life is wonderful. Really, really, really. Truly, it is.
PS. My weekend was great, thank you for asking. And it's October already, can you believe it? How god damned incredible. Although I do have to insert a little complaint about the almost 90 degree temperatures we should be experiencing next week. I'd like to extend a big "what the fuck" to aforementioned temperatures. Summer's Last Stand, we'll call it, even though it is autumn. Ah, well.
I don't know why I feel so pleasant. I haven't been drinking, I don't have any reason to feel elated whatsoever. I refuse to believe that my problems are worth anything (although I can think of many people's problems which are worth a lot less than mine).
Take it for what it is, Georgeanne. | 
