Things are looking up. I'm looking up, actually, out through the skylight in the middle of the room, watching the rain. It's such a nice sound. I'm listening to Simon & Garfunkel, and I've finished my two big seminar presentations for the week. I talked to my mom, my sister, and Enoch. I just got a really good grade on an english paper, finally. And I just ate a cinnamon-raisin bagel, warm and gooey, soft and chewy. I've got about twenty-five things to worry about at the moment, but I don't have that sinking feeling I had a week or two ago, like I couldn't even imagine finishing everything. And, tonight I might get a good night's sleep, wake up with my homework done, and go running.
I suppose satisfaction and content is boring fodder for a post, but I don't mind. It's remarkable how much my attitude has changed in the last few months--I just don't really care about going to bed on time, wearing matching shades, putting myself out there in class even if my thought isn't totally formulated. It's working out quite well. And now I finally have a bike again, complete with a milk crate strapped to the back and a fancy headlight and new tires and a portable bike pump. Now I'm all set to be a faux-biker vegetable-eater campaign-organizer ocean-ogler washed-up californian. Yup. I'm ready to get out of here.
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