I have no real reason to be in such a good mood. At one point, I even caught myself singing "I Feel Pretty" in the office bathroom.
Normally such euphoria is guy-induced, yet there is no guy to produce said euphoria. In fact, my love life is entirely without prospect at the moment. Last night, my darling friend Susan tried to come up with people to set me up with. The answer: dead silence. So I'm not feeling pretty because someone else is making me feel pretty (not even going to try thinking about the last time a guy made me feel pretty...). This is self-induced euphoria.
Life rocks. And no, I'm not on drugs. I don't think.
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