One of the fun things about being a crazy person is that I get to fool myself into thinking that good things might happen. Sometimes, I even convince myself that they will happen.

Like tonight. There's a ridiculously small possibility that this one particular cool thing will happen. But do I care about the odds?

Nope. I've spent all day mentally preparing myself for the cool thing. I've even got special clothes picked out. It's been so much fun.

Of course, every silver lining has a dark cloud, so when the cool thing doesn't happen, I'll snap back to reality, and I'll be quite disappointed.

But then, then the sane part of my mind will take over, and remind me that the odds were really really really against it to begin with.

And then I'll feel better.

And then I'll invent some other fantasy to get ready for.