Accentuate the Positive!

Last night I went out to see The Squid and the Whale with Dame Dane and Beulah. I liked it a good deal.The big story, though, was Beulah telling Dame Dane that she's the most positive person she knows. It was kind of inspiring, because I'm in general a pretty negative person, and the thesis among other things has been getting me down. So my big thing today was trying to be a positive person, and you know what? It worked out pretty well. Sure, I was kind of manic, but that's ok. My one worry is that this delusional happiness is the last stop on the Mental Breakdown Express Line. I don't think it is, but it's weird to be happy for no apparent reason.

I was so motivated and ebullient today that I even worked out! Wubulu and I went to the Quincy Gym and I biked for 10 miles. Not a huge bike ride, but a solid 45 minutes of cardio. I haven't done that since, well, insert long time period here. I have so little energy so often, that I thought if I work out, it'll give me energy. This is true, right? I'm not making this up? Cardio doesn't just take energy, does it? It gives energy, right? Plus, the adrenaline rush and sense of accomplishment is pretty good. And I may sleep better, and food may taste better!

I haven't gotten a ton of work done today, and Johnny Mac may kill me when he finds out I don't have what I said I'd have to show him tomorrow, but I'm not sweatin' it. The rough draft of the Athens paper will be done tonight, and that's all I can really ask for. Not too shabby.

Sure, being positive is an adjustment. I still berate myself for being pretty bad at starting to write, but not too much. The important thing is that I've already got 5 pages of an 8 page paper, and the paper's not even due until Tuesday! I'm even using exclamation points!!

Ok, this is a little disgusting. Deal with it. I guess this means I'll have to start listening to the Polyphonic Spree or some other druggy Jesus music. I don't even think I'm that annoying about it, like a born-again Christian telling you how they've seen the light. Maybe because my positive outlook is so damn fragile. It always seems as if it can snap at any minute. Well, I guess it can. I need to get to work! In the words of a fictional FDR in the work of Philip Roth: "We. Choose. Freedom."...or rather..."I. Choose. Life." Does this mean I have to join Crimson Key Society?