Brrrrrrrrruuuuuuuce! Don't Bring Me Down!

So far, today has been a pretty banner day. I'm 100% positive that I'm *not pregnant, I played with Mr. Whiskey (my pet in the Pet Society app for Facebook) all morning, my saved eBay search for an Emily the Strange Red Devil Horned Hoodie turned up results in my size so I bid on that, I celebrated 4:20 in style, I got to see my long-lost friend Dusty for lunch, I got to drive the Prius a whole bunch and used its super-fun GPS navigation system, my hair looks cute, Nick got his paycheck, and it's Girls' Night Friday. The only way today could get better is if I had lost 30 pounds in the night and woke up with bigger boobs. (And as long as we're wishing, I really want a pet pygmy goat named Ginger.)

That's really all I have to say. I'm too momentarily content to be clever and sardonic and self-depracating (beyond the aforementioned bit) like usual. Don't worry; I'm not all "sunshine, lollipops! and! rainbows everywhere!" or anything. A large chunk of my life is still firmly in sad, depressing, and lonely territory. But I just don't care right now. I will soon enough. Right now, I'm all about singing along to the sweet sounds of ELO's "Don't Bring Me Down" whilst happily yet furiously wiggling my way around my living room.