I’ve had an excellent day, again. This has got to be a record of some kind. I’ve never had this long period without a single bad day. Amazing how a few little things combined with love can transform a dyed-in-the-wool pessimist into a (probably very irritating) Roxette-singing optimist.

“Every time I see you I try to hide away
But when we meet it seems I can’t let go
Every time you leave the room I feel I’m fading like a flower”

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I have one somewhat high-flown dream; I would want to publish a book. It would be a short story collection about lesbianism. I’ve already thought of dedicating it to Her. Somewhere in the back of my utterly childish mind I keep imagining the situation where I would write Her name above the dedication, give the book to Her and She would kiss me passionately as the violins play in the background…Yes, I know. “I’d like to get the odds of that in Vegas.” But as said, even the idea itself has wings. Well, we’ll see. Maybe…