OK, If You're Drugging Me, Own Up Now.

For some reason, I'm positively euphoric today. It could be the very odd but thrilling dreams I had last night (yes, Veronica Mars was involved, but not in a smutty way, thank you very much) or maybe even waking up next to Ash and going all cutesy over her squishy morning face. It may, in fact, be due to the Muse CD waiting at the post office (but not available until 3) and all the excitement therein. Perhaps I can put it down to the email I got from Erika, or the messenger conversations I've had of late, I really don't know.

But I feel as if I've been whacked over the head with sunshine and happiness. I'm brimming with it. I feel as good as I did way back in Melbourne when Ash was there and life was crazy and fantastic.

It's not that I've felt terrible lately, I've been feeling just fine. (Aside from the chaos yesterday morning, of course.) But now? Exuberance is rolling off me in waves.

Something is different. Something good.