Today has been a good day, and I kind of don't want it to end, which is such a wierd thing to admit when I've been stressed for no reason (or rather, for reasons I consider inadequate) for a period of time long enough I started thinking seriously scary thoughts. And I know my good luck could continue tomorrow, or I could lie down and find myself assaulted by intrusive thoughts and have it dissapear in an instant. It's almost 11pm, and I have to leave by 8:15am tomorrow morning, with no room for a nap in my schedule, but... I don't know. Feeling care free is rare enough that I want to treasure it. I was able to sit through a multi-hour stressful meeting without issues, and called with my mother for almost two hours. I had some hangout time with numbers in the evening, and with mirror at dinner, and do my shot/meds/feed my snake, and write a parody someone requested, and finish a movie with the smile. I haven't missed my cat too intensely, thanks to my lovely siblings facetime. I had cheesecake brownies and udon noodles, a rare dining hall win. The thoughts haven't been absent, but manageable. I don't know. I'm glad, for a moment, things came together and I was allowed to feel jubilantly well.