Possibly, I'm Insane

When Patrick was telling himself stories when he still lived at his parents’ house and thought nothing interesting would ever happen to him, those stories always ended with happily ever after. And Patrick used to imagine to himself what happiness might be. He knows now he imagined poorly. He could never have imagined, for instance, music accurately. He could never imagine warm baths. He could never even imagine what the world looked like, because he didn’t have glasses then. But of all the things he’s learned, mostly what he’s learned is that happiness is a purring cat-person tucked beside you.

45: Another mini-break! These should happen every other week, I feel.
46: A full day of lazing on the beach. (And enjoying the new Doctor Who.)

Another interview tomorrow! I actually think I would really like this job, so wish me lots of luck!

38: Top Gear in Vietnam. Best. Thing. Ever.
39: First birthday parties. So fun!

30: Going to Florida! Without any flight shenanigans, either!
31: Reading an issue of "The New Yorker," cover to cover, for the first time in literally months. Sigh. I miss that magazine. Time to resubscribe.
32: The Red Sox winning their spring training game. I am so, so ready for baseball to start. Just the *sound* of a baseball game makes me feel all giddy inside.
33: Not getting violently ill on the plane ride home. And getting home on Sunday instead of being stranded in LaGuardia on Monday.
34: Nathan and Claire being a completely inappropriately entertaining pair on "Heroes."
35: Breakfast for dinner!
36: Randomly running into fellow British TV lovers.

My rocking chair. I love this thing.

Stumbling upon a good movie. I almost never watch movies--Kristin mocks me for it--but suddenly my cable provides me with the Independent Film Channel, which tonight played "24 Hour Party People," and I'd forgotten how pleasant it can be to just sit and watch a really good movie.

I have a dentist appointment this morning! I'm probably the only person in the world who classifies this as happy, but (1) IT MEANS I'M NOT AT WORK RIGHT NOW YAY; and (2) I'm hoping they can tell me what I need to do to get my jaw to stop hurting on an almost 24/7 basis (actually, it's a 24/5 basis, so do we think that my job probably has something to do with my jaw? COULD THAT BE POSSIBLY BE?).