Nothing Gonna Bring Me Down

I'm on such an emotional high right now, and I can't explain why and I don't care that I can't explain why. I defeated that monster pile of laundry, checked off all the boxes of my weekend checklist and could go to bed right now if I wanted. But I'm too happy, and I don't get to be this deliriously happy all too often so, really, sleeping would just be a waste.

This must be the type of feeling that gets people to do crazy things. It feels so good. I could fight a hundred hydras, cliff-dive, try some green pulsating food and still feel amazing - this coming from a person who lurches at bloodshed, heights, and anything moving that shouldn't. I have enough *pow* in me to fling that tsunami back into the ocean. I'm no "little engine that could", I'm China's CRH2, on steroids, from Hell, with an appetite for checklists.

I'm spontaneous, smart, beautiful and loved. Just try and stop me.