It does sound frivolous, but today was one of those mornings where I didn't wake up feeling like a stuffed douche bag or a poop sandwich left overnight. It was one of those feelings where the heavenly bodies aligned themselves like a marching band, such that your zodiac could beam its way uninterrupted. No particular reason. Things just felt right. They are going to be fine. It was a rare feeling.
Do you know what I'm talking about?
I just hope that I can remember this feeling when things fuck up-- in the far future or in the next twelve minutes. Good morning, everyone.
