So filled with glee I could burst. And thus a truly inspired (yet perhaps uninspiring) post in this Blah-og. I awoke the luckiest woman in the universe. A blanket of warmth and sweetness embracing me and the world at my fingertips. And I ask myself: “Why does the expression of feeling so good always sound so corny, so hippy, so mellow-drama?” Because this kind of euphoria is dramatic. And it is so in the best possible way.

Thus love and euphoria have compelled as many great artistic, literary, and even scientific works, as devastation and cynicism has. My preference is compulsion by euphoria. No question about it.

Yay. Happy Happy Joy Joy. And now back to business (with a toothy smile on my face)!