Sometimes I just feel like there's good karma, or energy--or whatever you choose to call it--floating around me. These past few days, I've felt it. In addition to having my first lunch with my editor, signing my book contract, and seeing Wilco yet again (I'm obsessed; it began as good break-up music and now is just damn good music), I've very randomly met so many cool, wonderful people. And it just makes me so fucking happy. Sure, the people upstairs just flooded my bathroom for the fourth time in two months and it's three hundred degrees here and I have absolutely no money. Life is still good; I can't really complain. That's all I'm sayin'.