pwndcake

I no longer seem to have a middle ground on the quality of my days. Bad days are when I end up in the hospital - everything else is a good day. And when it's a good day the days seem overwhelmingly good. Today was, by prior standards, an uneventful day. Some might even say boring. I am so happy with boring days that the word has lost all its negative connotations for me.

You could say, "Hey Orion, what did you today?"
and I would answer, "Not a goddam thing. I sat on my ass, played old video games, and watched tv. And it was the most awesome day I've had since yesterday."

I'm sure to some it's a sad state of affairs when even the most slow and uneventful of days becomes precious and smile-worthy. To me, it's bliss.