Today is a great day

Today is a great day.

I only slept for 4 hours. I woke up for an interview survey. I walked under the pouring rain. I talked to strangers. I soaked my feet in the mud. I waited for 30min for my first class. I waited for 3 hours for another prof who would show up.

Ordinarily, that would irritate my not-so-patient self. But like I said… Today is a great day.

How come?

Perhaps because I talked to the person who melted my depressed self in the wee hours of the morn. Perhaps he felt I needed him. Perhaps he needed me. Perhaps. Perhaps.