From a few hours ago:
My mood is on a definite Up right now, and I know I’m going to be feeling really mellow later. This isn’t a strictly-speaking happy kind of ‘up’; it’s more of a pleased-with-life-and-smiling kind of up. I suppose the feeling comes from me laughing at a kind of inside joke between myself and the rain pouring outside; it’s a good joke, but it’s the kind of joke that I’ve been tired of thinking about lately because there aren’t that many who’d get it and few enough I’d share it with and most of the week I’m stuck somewhere away from them.
I managed to write that down before this country song suddenly started in my head. I don’t know where it came from exactly, although I suppose it has to do with some of the thoughts I’d been thinking of writing about mixing with the Friday Night Lights I’ve been watching. (I started watching it on Friday but I’ve watched quite a bit of it already. It’s quite awesome. I know I’m more than a year behind.) But it was exciting because it’s the first time I’ve managed to start writing a song with the words first. So, that interrupted me.
In other news, not a drop of anything caffeinated passed my lips for five solid days. (Cue applause.) That commendable effort was bolstered by the departure of my appetite brought about by my illness. And it ended spectacularly tonight at my favorite coffee place (remembered here, heh). The brew for today was the same as the one I had the bad judgment to try at Jurong Point two weeks ago, but they didn’t screw it up here (that’s why it’s my favorite), and it was terrific. It could’ve been the best cup I’ve ever been aware of having. Or, as Kenny reminded me, it could have been the sweet, sweet taste of addiction.
But yes, it’s been a good day after a comfortable, but dull and sometimes painful week. I still haven’t written down some of the stuff I’ve been meaning to, but I suppose the important ones have been covered some place or other. Here’s to the last day of the weekend and the last week before Grandslam!
