Today's mood: Smug.
It's the upside of being a bleeding-heart liberal, I guess. Some days you're innundated by feelings of guilt, other days you get to feel smug. Instead of manic-depressive, I'm guilty-smug.
Smug is a funny word. Smug smug smug smug. Did you know that "smug" is "gums" spelled backwards? And that it has nothing to do with "smuggling"? Okay, then. My point?
Nothing. No point. Just this: got up and ran, went to my shrink, did the grocery shopping, emailed some people about this benefit I'm throwing, and went to the writer's room for a few hours. The writing went well today. I said I'd have about half of the proposal for Book Two done by this Friday, and I about will.
Now I'm going to go read my book on multiple personality disorders, and make a salad for dinner.
I have achieved world peace! In my world, anyway.