"Milhouse, knock him down if he's in your way. Jimbo, Jimbo, go for the face. Ralph Wiggum lost his shin guard -- hack the bone. Hack the bone!"
So the last 24 hours were significantly better than the 24 before that (although to tell the truth, my day got a lot better right after that last post just because I refuse to be cranky in the long-term for such petty reasons). Always pleasant when that happens. But why is this the case, you ask?
First, had my last hockey game in which I got bruised, so that's always good. We lost, but I played really roughly and even drew a penalty. Plus, a bunch of my family came to watch, so I had my own cheering section who then spent quite a bit of time post-game checking out the Hockey Coach (who, interestingly enough, Belledree might still set me up with as apparently the word-on-the-street about a serious girlfriend is quite exaggerated, if not completely inaccurate). So there's that.
And then, yesterday at work I had a pleasant distraction from Belledree (gmail's chat feature is really quite convenient) and a delicious distraction from someone else, the combination of which meant that I got very little work done but that I also didn't care. Of course, the fact that I was working on a little less than three hours of sleep meant I probably wouldn't have really worked anyway, but I'm all about having additional excuses.
To top off the recent goodness, I just found out that I *have* to go to San Francisco to get my visa for France, so, darn. And of course, my uber-good mood could be related to the fact that I've had Jamiroquai and OK Go (say what you want about 'em - it's happy music and that's good enough for me) repeating on the ol' iPod.
So... anybody up for a road trip to the coast?
