Today I've found myself to be in an incredibly good mood.

And why shouldn't I be? The things that are good are great, fantastic even. More than I ever dared to let myself really, really hope for. And the things that aren't so good, well they're pretty much all irrelevant anyway. So fuck'em.

I could count, if I felt like it, I could count the number of times that something good has happened over the last three months. It's a pretty small number. But it's not quantity that matters, it's quality.

I mean, how many times do you really need to win the lottery? For some things, even once is enough. And what about ten times or twenty times? And what if it's a gazillion times better than winning the lottery?

I feel so fucking blessed.

I'm thinking that maybe I died again, on that night back in early May. Maybe I died and was immediately reborn. I certainly don't feel like the same person, and I certainly don't act like the same person, and this damn smile I'm always sporting even keeps me from looking like the same person, so maybe I'm not the same person.

If that's the case, then good riddance. That guy was a real buzzkill.

There are so many things that I want to say.

But not here, not now, not yet.