Wednesday September 18, 2002

Drina is happy.

Drina is happy. Okay, there I said it. My psych prof keeps telling me to "fake it until you make it," so in an effort to give me a sunny attitude in life, I'm going to fake like I'm little Miss Positive until it happens. Life is good. I love my classes. Having no cash gives me nothing but gratitute for the things I do not lack (birthing hips, perhaps?) because I am a happy person. Smiling. Shining. Big bright wonderful ray of sunshine. Happy. Happy. Happy.

This sucks.