reporting live from insanity

aaaah! an 83! i got an 83! i. passed. my. chinese. midterm. it's such a good feeling. it's 3 o'clock in the morning, i have to rewrite that stupid B paper, i am eating apple jacks and listening to nickel creek, i got a comment from tegan the poetic and fun emails from ben (who knew the fall of the mughal empire could create such suspense?). life is good.

all the girl relatives went to new smyrna beach at the end of the summer - nine letton ladies, treasures of florida. though it was fantastic fun, when we left i forgot my summer china pictures there. aunt trudy just mailed them back to me, and i promptly pinned 12 of them to my corkboard. i should scan some of them. i think they're good. i keep looking up from my desk to admire them conceitedly.

it is inexplicable, this feeling of well-being i have. i am very sick. if the treefrogs who keep sneaking into our house could talk, i am how they would sound. my nose is drippy and my throat tickles. but i feel great! that's it. i have finally cut all ties with reality. my mind is calling to me from a distance, telling me that back in sanity i feel really bad, but in my own little rainbow world out here, euphoria reigns.

i am not a dancer, and yet when brenda fassie sings i dance. brenda fassie rocks my world.