So yesterday I had to be at the reception desk at 8.30a, which is like torture of course, but I actually got up at 7a and actually got out of the house at 7.30a and actually got to work at 8.30a! Actually!

I was very impressed with myself.

And the reason I had to get there at 8.30a is because Friday is bagel day here at the Company That Must Not Be Named, and that's when they are delivered.

Bagel day is a big big day 'round our way. Come 8.45a, people have descended on the kitchen like locusts, bitching about the fact that there aren't enough cinnamon raisin bagels and that nobody likes the onion ones, but there isn't a bagel crumb left by 9.30a.

It's like watching piranhas strip the flesh off a cow.

I've gotten a few e-mails since I wrote this the other day:

"Nobody can make you happy. Most folks are about as happy as they make up their minds to be."

Most people were asking me "How happy have you made up your mind to be?", and I thought I'd answer that here. I'm a pretty happy person, and was long before I read that quote, and I think it really is because I want to be.

Sometimes I'm practically skipping down the street I'm in such a good mood, and I have no particular reason to be happy (nor to be unhappy--everything's fairly ordinary at this time) and it actually is because I want to be. It's like when you can't sleep, what do you do? You pretend to be asleep, that's what.

If you wait around for someone to make you happy, like making you dinner or making you a drink or making your bed, you'll be wasting alot of time.

Last night in an effort to avoid packing, Amanda sent me 15 e-mails within an hour, digging up unanswered notes from a month back.

Now that's what I call creative procrastination!

One year ago today:
My parents visited.

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