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So for some reason, I have been feeling kind of ridiculously cheerful lately. Not sure why. I have piles and piles of papers to write and homework to do and finals to study for, and yet I'm sitting here, blissfully laughing away at everything, life in general, I guess. For the life of me I have no idea why I am so happy lately. Maybe I just get this way in spring? Maybe this is a bounceback from the seasonal depression? Hehe, seasonal manic depression (*but, the conversational kind, not the clinical kind). See, there I go, with the joke-making and the laugh-having. If I wasn't so irrationally happy, I'd be disturbed. I have nothing in particular to be happy about. I mean, I have three papers to write (one of them ENTIRELY in French), presentations to give and tests to take, and after that, it's back to the hell that is the Mohonk giftshop, with a minor pitstop for wrist surgery. And yet, I am cheerful, bouyant, even. Why? No body knows . . .
