The best kind of happiness is when the sky is iron gray but the buildings are still splashed with sunshine and a storm is coming and the air is all buzzy with excitement.

I mean, I can't think of anything better. All the other happinesses make you feel guilty or silly or sad later on.

As you can see, this is not the professionalism and censorship post.

Maybe I should just say screw it and promise to write as honestly as I can without saying anything I'll regret.

But I feel like it's like starting a game without laying down the rules. As you can see this blog is new so all the posts are really awkward. Later on it gets easier, I know, as a mother of many, many blogs.

(They died though. They died because the blog was tied to an identity that stopped fitting me well...But since this blog is linked to me, the real me, it can't possibly die can it?)

(James Blunt sings "And all men dieeeeeee" lol)

What makes blogging even easier if you write TO somebody. Not to space. But to someone.

I've already started doing that. It's an instinct.

I'm writing to you, wherever you are.

(Though that might be a problem too. What if you become an identity that dies? I can't let you take my blog with you, you know.)

(Well you're almost unreal, so you can't die. Only real things die: true or false?)

That's my post for the day.