Live high

Today was Tedious.

All day i couldn't help but feel annoyed, grumpy and wholly uninterested in work. Sigh. I hope I learn to control that.

Last night,one the other hand was glorious. I was happy after writing posts and readings M's musings on life as Dorthy trying to make her very own oz.

I trod off in to the burning cold and snow to dance which was, as it frequently is, an instant burst of contentment. I don't know if it is because it is social, or if it is because it doesn't matter, in the sense that no one cares how good or not good i am, or if it is just because it is as close as i can get to my skating days, but it makes me joyfully, wonderfully, happy.

I practically skip home, singing out loud to with my ipod on the abandoned New York streets. I decide do a little leg work before I shower singing along to Jason Mraz

Live High, Live Mighty

Live Righteously, takin' it easily

Then i curl up with my laptop and read a chapter of Midnight Sun, for the umpteenth millionth time until i decide i should sleep before tomorrow. Today I am tired but i'm selfish too and i cherish the hours when i return, however late and feel that the pressures of adulthood simple do not exist.