Where have you been, you ask.

Same place, really. I've just been busy being bubbly.

I don't know what has made the difference. I swear. But I am more bubbly. You remember? That was my promise, to myself. Is it the mere thought that has worked its wonder? Can't be. Not like I didn't have the thought in my head last year. And no, I have not been proactively doing bubbly things this year either. Oh well. Whatever it is, stick on. I am loving it.

You look happy-high. You have been amazingly positive lately.

Touchwood. Yes you too, quickly touchwood!

On another note. On one of my thought pondering notes. I wonder if I ask for too much. I wonder if I expect too much. I know it's not impossible. But the chance of it being possible is sitting on the seat right next to impossible. Is too much hope too bad? Is hanging on too hard too suffocating?

I will be giving up on the hope sometime soon. I will have to.

And in the meanwhile, I am trying to make it work. But you know. The things that really work like magic are the things that work themselves out. Not the ones you try to make work. And I want magic.