High

It's funny how sometimes the tiniest, stupidest things can make you feel high on life. I drove today, the first time I've driven a car in...maybe a year? And I remembered how much I LOVE to drive, and how wonderful it is to be driving when you see the city skyline of SF appear, especially on a clear sunny day like today. And it's embarrassing to even say what kind of car I was driving that made me so happy (a Toyota Yaris, which took about 34 minutes to accelerate from 30 miles to 60 miles). I just like the feel of the smooth pavement below me, the speed, the radio blaring, the windows open. And just like that I felt like: God, I love SF, I love life.

I seriously have emotional imbalance issues.