(Do not worry for me, dears. All feelings are better than none.)
Today was a happy bubble.
And then I came home.
And so I graded papers and let a friend facebook me out of eating the cookies and and the candy and the chocolate satin pie.
And I let Marc Shaiman and Maurice Jarre music me into a dopamine fog.
And I looked forward to a friend's 70th birthday party and wished I would get myself together so that I can be ready for my Masteryear in just over four more years.
And I counted them, those facebook friends all over the world who love me, even though there is nobody loving on me now.
And I remembered Monday, and how it felt to love on myself for a day. And how the sun shone and the music played and the flowers danced and my spirit filled.
And then I came home, and used that happy energy to work the bubble into place to get through the week.
And now I will tuck myself into my little bed and Marc and Maurice will dope me off to sleep. And maybe I'll dream of a place that is not so lonesome as tonight.