stressful busy, the kind of busy where you feel like there are a thousand things piling up on your back and you don’t want to do any of them and they’re going to crush you if you stop to take a breath, and all you want to do is come home and go to sleep and retract from the world for a few days, is one of the worst feelings. no one likes to feel like their life has them in its teeth and they’re being flung back and forth like a pork chop in a bulldog’s teeth. you should be the dog, not the chop.

that’s why i’m glad today was nothing like that. i felt great today; today wasn’t stressful busy at all. today was invigorating busy. i worked from 9 to 7 and probably did more varied and separate little tasks today than i have in a while at work. but i felt on top of it. i ran all over the place all day mailing this, checking that, fetching this, meeting with this person, handing forms over to that person. but the day flew by and i didn’t dislike a second of it. 7 came without me even feeling like i was stalling at any point along the way. then i came home and called up my future roommate — we officially got the apartment we decided on over the weekend: victory! — dropped off my part of a deposit check so he can start moving in tomorrow while i’m at work, then went out to a late dinner with a good friend who was upset about leaving her place now. the sad part of finishing school is starting to set in for some of us. people are moving away. but we went out to a good little restaurant called doughboy’s and had a tasty meal and talked about the girl i’m chasing and the trip to england she’s leaving for tomorrow, and i felt very young-adult-on-the-town.

i love days where i feel like i am very much who i want to be right now, and today was one of them. i really like my job, i’m excited about the new place, i love my friends (even the ones who are moving soon), and i especially love that i can go out any night of the week because nothing ever has to be done by the next morning anymore. the nights are mine and i’m making good use of them, goddammit.

if only there were a few more hours of it. well, i guess i can squeeze one more out of this one to read a few more chapters of glamorama at least. just to make it a little more full before i call it a day.

[now hearing this: rilo kiley – the execution of all things… “and sometimes when you’re on, you’re really fucking on…”