everything is coming up lisa

so i woke up this morning on the right side of the bed, the sun was shining and the annoying pigeon on my window sill sounded positively dovish. i just knew today was gonna be a great day.

i drank coffee in bed and facebooked and smiled at my awesome friends (including you, likely). i was awed by tash's newest work, and giggled while trading pieces of flair with bethany. i was in such a good mood, i didn't even mind spending a couple hours doing a final edit to the paper from hell.

i was positive that today everything was gonna come up lisa: i'd get the job i've been waiting to hear from, or get the cheque i've been dying for so that i can eat something other than cereal. (note: neither has happened).

it's 4:30 and nothing great has happened today, and i may be delusional, but i'm still so sure something fabulous will, i can just tell. i feel excited, anticipatory, hopeful, like everything is just so great and wonderful i want to flail about wildly (weird, but true, it's really how i feel), even though i'm broke, jobless and have an exam on monday.

i dunno, i feel like skipping around the block. or the world. maybe this feeling is the only fabulous thing that's going to happen today. maybe the world won't requite my love for it, but today i'm going to flail wildly and love it unabashedly anyway.