Inordinately Happy
What is the reason for my good fucking mood? Why am I swearing? Why must a good mood for me use a damned swear word? Fuck it. Who cares? Why am I feeling so fucking happy?
Maybe it’s because I have no debt now in an economically bad time for North America and a big screen TV to appreciate that with. Or could it be because my birthday is tomorrow? Could it be because I’ll be 52 stinking years old? Somehow I doubt that’s something to be happy about.
Could it be because I said to my boss at 3:00, I’d like to leave (since there was a big blizzard outside and we could hardly see out the window) and he said, “see you Monday”?
Or perhaps it could be because I made it home in one piece after driving on Hwy. 7 at 20 kph. Don’t ask me why everyone was driving 20 on an 80 but I guess it was safer.
I don’t think there’s any reason for my happiness other than the fact that work is over for the week, tomorrow’s my birthday, I’m expecting my new speakers to arrive, my cousin’s coming by on Sunday to hook everything up (so I can cancel the $210 Geek Squad appointment) and I’m looking forward to a relaxing weekend with a dinner thrown in there and perhaps a home-made birthday card.
I’m happy to be happy. Just sitting here listening to some tunes and having a brewski (yes, at 6:40 in the afternoon 
– I started at 5:00). I watched a Russell Peters DVD and perhaps that’s why I’m happy.
Regardless, don’t worry, be happy. Tomorrow’s my birthday and I’m the crazy woman at work who puts up the laminated poster that you can use to count down how many shopping days are left til my birthday. I mark it off with those erasible markers. So even though I won’t be at work tomorrow, I got birthday wishes from people today. Very thoughtful of them. I even had people buy me breakfast – nice surprise.
Be happy. Go forth and propagate. Or be happy. Or make like you’re propagating which would probably make you happy. And while you’re at it, telepath some good birthday wishes to me.
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Matt
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Female, taken, fire, Sagittarius, Monkey, Toronto, two kids, one grandson, IT.
55
is the new 30. I want the world to close their mouths when they’re eating or chewing gum. If they don’t, I want to elbow them in the face.
Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you.
Be well and eat chocolate.