Where I feel electric, like a sugar rush of life. No real reason; heck, maybe it’s just the gummi bears. But then I’ve always counted the meaning as more important than the cause.

At any rate, times like these I should be a little grateful – should remember that my inexplicable love for life is as much of a blessing – more, if you think about it – than the life itself. Who cares if I’ve got a red Jetta? Here’s the real gift: the world sucks and I love being here anyway. Good Lord. Now I know how ditzes feel.

I expect my mood will not be so exuberant when the alarm goes off at 7 tomorrow.