How on earth do you answer the question, "How are you feeling?" The moment someone asks you it, you stop feeling however it was you were feeling at the moment they opened their mouth, and what you're usually left with is the sense that you're peering at yourself from the other end of a psychological telescope. Once you catch a glimpse of your own emotions, they're no longer what they were when you started looking for them, so that you scarcely feel able to give an honest answer.
I don't have much of a sweet tooth, but I just ate a chocolate cupcake that was so delicious that I'm at serious risk of being converted to whatever religion it is that people with a sweet tooth practice.
I was just glancing at some notes I put on my Facebook page (yes, I'm guilty of using that website--occasionally, very occasionally), and I didn't manage to do anything more than glance, because, to make a long story short, I'm a pretentious little snot who should be, and is, unbearably ashamed of himself for posting what he posted on his Facebook page. The notes, along with my self-description, were both erased. From Facebook, that is, not the annals of time. (And they were on there for such a long time too! I deserve a spanking for it. *pulls out a loaf of bread to spank himself with, because his bottom is too sensitive for a flyswatter*)
Today is a "special" date in my "life," and it is the worst one I've ever had. Ever. And yet here I am bursting into wild laughter over a silly post of mine in a thread where such long posts are probably inappropriate (although I doubt anyone is going to mind, as long as I don't do this regularly, and I don't. Which begs the question of what "inappropriate" even means in this context. Something to do with my overactive superego, no doubt.) When you burst into wild laughter on a particularly grim day, you really want to believe you're going insane, because laughing at grim moments is the sort of behavior that forebodes a nice long vacation from reality.
Okay. I really should not have written this post. But now that I've gone to trouble of doing it, I'm going to force myself to post it. (Eww.)