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As much as I tell people that I don't have recognizable emotions, I do have moods, which are kind of bastard cousins of emotions. Tonight, I'm melancholy and contemplative. Why? No clue.

Life is, as most always, good for me. Hell, I got to see some friends I don't see often enough, so things were better than alright. Still, here I sit, one morose bastard, and I can't figure out why for the life of me. That, of course, makes things worse, because I'm irritated by things happening with me that I can't explain. Plus, I really like being one of the few people most of the time who can see the world for how sublimely, entertainingly ridiculous it is.

Tomorrow, tomorrow things will be better, and things always seem worse at night. I know both these things, and I still torture myself over the question in the immediacy. I may not always make the most convincing human being, but at least I show that wonderfully human trait of not listening to wise counsel, even my own.

And just thinking that made me smile and started my mood to lift. Doubleplusgood.