Anyway. Today has been a... neat graph of a day as far as my mood is concerned. A sine wave perhaps? I don't know - I was always crap at trigonometry (not even sure that's the right discipline).
It started fair to middling (although a largely sleepless night really didn't help) rose substantially when hanging out with Eroica (whose birthday it is today: a ripe old age of 28 :)), dropped throughout the afternoon, before rising again in the evening.
This is despite the fact it's been a gorgeous day and I've spent a lot of it lying in the sun. With my notebooks. And, as they say, there's your problem!
No matter how good the quality of the day - if you're spending it recording your munted attempts at introspection you're not going to have much fun. I cut out earlier in the evening to have a walk in the hills and clear my head, which is where the sine wave of my day started lifting again.
Why is it that we seem to equate walking with uncluttered thinking? Possibly because it seems to work. Also: making friends with alpacas is a lovely mood lifter. This may be difficult if there are none near your home but keep your eye out, you may be surprised (I was). They're just so odd and cuddly, it's hard not to grin.
So, in conclusion I have little to say. And yet manage to use a lot of words saying it. Round up:
Lack of sleep = bad.
Coffee = good.
Best friends = good.
Sunlight = good.
Time alone with messed up head = bad.
Writing letters when sad = bad.
Introspection when down = bad.
Walks = good.
Alpacas = good.
Missing lost friends = bad.
Hope = good.
Now: to bed and sleep. Perchance to drool.