I've been in and out of a funk for the past few days. It happens every once in a while, maybe once a year or so. I feel lame when I get like this because there's never any real reason for it. I have the best friends a girl could ask for, an adorable boyfriend who's perfect for me, a loving family, a great job and pretty much everything else I could want right now. (Yeah, tough life - woe is me.)
I didn't always have these funky moments. I was happy. I'm not saying that I'm unhappy now, but I used to be the is-she-drunk-and-if-not-what-the-heck-is-she-on kind of happy before. It was rather unreal. But it was real.
My good college friend, Henry, was a psych major. He used to tell me, "You know, there are some people out there who show only their smiling faces to the world. And then when they go home, they cry by themselves." I think he was secretly hoping that I would one day burst into tears of relief and admit, "Yes, that's me! How did you know? Thank you for making me deal with my inner demons and put aside my mask of avoidance!" But I never did the crying by myself thing. With me, what you see is what you get. If I seemed almost too content, it's because I actually was. Sorry, Henry.
Maybe I have seasonal affective disorder. I dunno. I know I'll pop out of it soon enough. That must be why I've been shopping lately. Retail therapy works. For me, shrinking my bank account to buy cute stuff works just as well as shrinking my head.
You know what else works? Getting kissed by a cute boy!
Laura asked me to send a kiss to Harrison from her, but I got one instead. Harrison is such a doll! We had a great meal at Pacific Catch. Their ahi poke wasabi bowl and sweet potato fries always make for a good meal, but everything's better when I'm in good company. We just talked and talked and talked, and then we hung out at Books Inc. I could get lost in a bookstore for hours. It was exactly what the doctor ordered for the evening.