Though my right hand currently hurts from taking tax notes, it’s getting late, and I have a final tomorrow evening I haven’t begun studying for, I’m happy right now. This is the second day in a row where I’ve had a gleam in my eye and a spring in my step.

And, no—I did not ask my doctor about Viagra.

I think I might actually be out of the extended slump I’ve found myself in (knock on wood). I once again believe I can make a positive difference in my life:

I can make work better, rather than just let it drag me down. It is worth making work better, for the people involved. If stepping out costs me my job, that’s OK.

I will call Lee and John, and see if they’re willing to take some steps towards actually being friends again. When I saw John at the end of summer, he mentioned that it would be nice to do something together again; it is now time to make that happen.

I will call Eileen, as I can now believe that I have some personal value—or, at the very least, that I won’t just be a constant drag on her (should she care to interact with me, that is).

It’s the difference between being active and passive, between having hope and…er…not.

Eeeeh. Life should beat some common sense into me again, sometime soon. Until then, though—cheers!