Euphoric, Hyperactive, Worshipping Various Things

Yeah, I don't know what happened, but my Pit of Woe magically vanished. I'm suddenly walking on sunshine, grinning like a mad thing over nothing in particular (apart from being reminded all the time about my wonderful forthcoming birthday, Amanda Palmer, I love thee so) and am generally bloody stoked. About... well, various things, but mostly nothing in particular. Just happy. Simply happy.

And I'm going to have the best birthday, ever.