Huh, I'm walking around the halls at work (getting water to make my morning cup of tea), shrugging my shoulders where the tension seems to have subsided (thanks to yesterday's Pilates class?) just to enjoy the pleasure of their free movement, singing "My Guy." I'm getting ready to train my officemate on our SQL logging process and thinking how if I worked maybe just half of the hours I spend at work I would be a complete powerhouse of productivity, an analysis that is increasingly important as next week approaches and with it the Big Work Slam.
In short, I'm in a good mood. WTF? Maybe if I put on some eyeliner and start singing some NIN I'll get in the "right" mood.