Besides...maybe this time it's different. I mean...

Not the injustice of the woman who improperly used the HOV lane this morning and barely escaped getting caught, nor the fact that I'm working in a cubicle at this very moment, or the thought of taking a test in less than a week that I will inevitably fail horribly, or even knowing that I will once again be living at my parents house probably within the month will dampen my spirits today.

I had a good dream last night and I get to spend time with someone tonight that (simply put) makes me happy.

Comfort zones have long ago been stepped out of and I'm liking the new landscape. Who made up that zoning law anyway?