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It's strange how a really short conversation with one person can honestly just carry you through your day. Maybe I just needed a pick me up. Because when I was in art, Becca said that it seamed like I was in a bad mood. I hadn't realized it at the time, but I was in a bad mood. I was sullen and quiet. And I didn't really want to do anything. Then my day got better, and better and better. I spoke to that boy, I went to work got myself a worthy tip, no matter how small, came home where I got to hang out with one of my favorite people in all the world, my sister and then I got to watch my favorite show. Twice. And although it seams like Friday and I know that it is Thursday, I am not going to let this bring me down, because the good aspects of my day have been too good.