I had a great time and a huge revelation last night. Or I think it was last night. I got home this afternoon and slept from 5pm until now, and even though it's 11.30 at night I feel like it's a whole new (very dark) day which always happens to me and I always whine about here and is very boring and I hate. But 'last nite' was Friday night and I went to a party and it was just so much fun and I danced to the Bridget Jones's Diary soundtrack in my ridiculous rainbow platforms and permanently damaged my knees, back, posture and feet but only retrospectively and it was obviously worth it because I am here romanticising it also giving myself a crap foot rub (weird imagery sorry). During my brief stint of sleep on a fold out couch I dreamt of catching train after train and meeting Adam Duritz and doing other things inappropriate to divulge here.
I really love those times when good stuff happens in your life and you are on the train or something by yourself and you get that uncontrollable smirk smile thing from a fleeting wonderful thought while you're listening to some silly little song on your headphones that isn't silly at all like the Counting Crows, and you realize that it's okay to be funny and smart and successful and not quiet about it and no-one should have you regret that, and anyone who makes you isn't worth being someone who can make you do anything.
"TAKE WHAT YOU HAVE GATHERED FROM COINCIDENCE"