I Feel Good

Right this second, I feel really good. Let’s analyze why.

The AC is blowing directly on me. Recently I’ve noticed I can tolerate the bitter cold just fine. I don’t turn away from the ac, ever. Gary tries to freeze me out and I say, bring it, boy, make those nips fall off, it can’t get too cold.

I just went shopping on-line for shoes. I’m going to purge the bad shoes and bring in some good shoes. Let me count … oh. Uh-oh. Seven pairs of shoes? Well, some are Shoes of the Dead at deep deep discounts. Some … being one … checking the accounts … well, that puts a dent into next week’s paycheck. Don’t care. Still feel good. Well, a little less good. I suppose then it isn’t mania (you know you thought it).

But! My jeans and pants have been getting longer. Somehow eschewing caffeine has trimmed my thighs. My belly is still huge, but it’s the only thing that doesn’t fit well into my sparkly wedding ensemble.

And! I’m having a 3.5 day weekend because I took off early today. Next week at work will be short, and the week after that (because of the wedding).

Now! This is interesting: the air conditioning just shut off and my mood is a little deflated.

Of course, I might be happy because Gary is snoring away in the bedroom. He had a short day too, and chose to come home. He would usually take advantage of the uninterrupted work time, and I would usually interpret that as a personal insult. So it makes sense I’d be flattered he came home.

You know, after all this analysis, I know what it is. It’s the cold air. I feel like I’m a cold air connoisseur. Peculiar. However, nice to know I can just buy a can of compressed air and zap myself if I need a lift.