Tonight I feel funky fresh. Home before midnight to once again join [semi]productive society in the early hours. Promises of sweet sounding (slightly less paying but without a doubt much more gratifying) new job. Realized this is I think the first time in my life where I’m not romantically interested in anyone at all (except allowing myself to indulge in daydreams of fantastical things that are in no way plausible which I think it why I like it. I think I could only really fall for the once in a million) and it feels great. Putting myself in check tomorrow to begin a strict regimen of stop-fucking-complaining-you-have-everything-going-for-you-right-now. Life is so good.