Come to me, my melancholy baby

Yesterday was a good day.

I was on my way home from a fantastic evening (via a very long way. Allen was with me, and we drove through GoG and up to Graffiti Falls, chatting and listening to music), when The Swede asked if I wanted to come by. After doing a favor for someone, I headed over, singing at the top of my lungs in my car (I am LOVING that I rediscovered For The Girl by The Fratellis. That song makes me so fucking happy, even though it's horribly dark). A few minutes after I got there, his neighbor came over, and she said something about needing to vent, so I was like, hey, I'm a stranger, you can vent to me! So she came back in, and we chatted for about an hour. She was so delightful. Very young, but delightful. We shared tattoos, and awful, award dating stories. The Swede was making glögg (I am damn near positive I spelled that correctly. Also, it was fucking delicious) and some sort of chocolate cake thing (which also smelled incredible), Andrea (Ha, fun times. Andrea, Andreas, and Ondrea. OBVIOUSLY the perfect group of people) and I were chatting, music was playing...it was just a lovely time. After she left, The Swede and I continued chatting and listening to music and generally having a fantastic time. We watched a movie, I debated on going out and grabbing something to eat at 1am, but I was a little too out of my head to accomplish anything other than a car accident, and I started falling asleep on him halfway through. So, we went to bed, and I think I may have fallen asleep in the middle of a conversation. I'm horribly inconsiderate. I woke up this morning, and The Swede made me tea (my first successful cup of tea with absolutely no sweeteners in it. I feel like an adult!), put on more music, and I watched him sing and dance around. While I am not in any sense of the term a morning person, I was wildly delighted to take part in the dancing with him. He played his mandolin for me, and there was a bit more dancing before I left (to a fucking FANTASTIC song that I've been listening to on repeat for the last twenty minutes or so). Check it:

Super wonderful, right? I know. Good stuff. I had such a good time with him last night, and I'm excited to see him on Saturday (after working and food times with the gang. Since we're not doing Thanksgiving stuff today, that happens this weekend. Yay!).

I had been texting Stevie all morning, so I went to her house when I left The Swede's. I asked her if she wanted to go to breakfast with me, but she didn't respond in time, so we ate cereal while she made sweet potatoes. We watched a shitload of Investigation Discovery, and discussed how our dreams are now to be either reenactment actresses, or infomercial actresses. Because obviously, those careers are the pinnacle of success. I hung out for a few hours, and then it was time for her to go to her parents' with Mike. Stevie and Mike will be here in a couple of hours, and I'm excited for all of us to hang out. I grabbed a big platter of dips and chips, and I'm going to cook up some chicken to go with it. Yum. And yay!

I got a text from my buddy Nick on my way home, and I told him we should do something soon.

Allen got home shortly before I did (he spent the night with a lady last night. I like this particular lady, even though I've only met her once. She might come for festivities this weekend, which means she'll be integrated into the gang. I love this part...I love seeing how the newest person someone is dating fits in. But she really is cool as fuck, so I'm pretty positive everybody else will like her), and I wasn't expecting him home yet, so I was pleased that he was here. We chatted about our evenings, and then commenced listening to music. He played me a song by Sadistik that I REALLY liked, and then he read me the poem he wrote this morning when he got home. As per his usual, it was just gorgeous. I told him I loved it, but I wish his poetry didn't all sound so sad, because I just want him to be happy. He laughed at me, but quite good-naturedly. He;s upstairs napping right now.

I'm listening to the song I embedded above, and I'm thinking about things. I feel quite content right now. I'm debating on running before everyone gets here, and I know I should. I'm just trying to get up the motivation. I feel so calm and pleased, like a cat bathing in shafts of sunlight. I don't want to go anywhere at all. Perhaps I'll write something, too. I want to run around and take picturres so I can get a little bit of legitimate work-out accomplished, but um...I don't think I'm going to. I'll just take pictures when Mike and Stevie come over. I'm not sure if Chris is coming, so I'll text him in a minute and find out.

I'm off to enjoy the rest of my quiet time before Allen wakes up. I think I'm going to have a tub and read the book I'm borrowing from The Swede. Today is also a good day. It's incredibly cliche, but I'm grateful for everything. Not just today, but everyday. Shit gets really hard sometimes, and there are days when I feel like nothing is worth it. Like I'm not worth it. But when I snap back to reality, I am so fucking in love with being alive. I have amazing friends, I have my intellect, I have my experiences and the things I've learned, and aside from trivial things, I want for nothing. They're all good days. Even the shitty ones.