1. I wish that I could have a great day, come home, and have that feeling persist. Lately my happy balloon has been violently needle-popped whenever I step through the door, and it’s bringing me down. Fortunately, my friends happen to be of a superior race designed to help me bear that weight. Bravo.
3. Seeing my articles printed in the college’s paper was about 10,000x more thrilling to me than I let on- so much so, in fact, that I’m embarrassed to admit it. It’s physical evidence of progress I’ve made, and of skills that I just might have, and that feels good beyond description.
4. Someone buy me these for Mother’s Day! 😉
مع الخبز، والأوساخ والمحبة