Happy days

I am so happy, like really happy. Amazing how the smallest of things can do that.

I have spent the last week or so feeling really sick. I've had no motivation, and even a shopping trip cant cheer me up. Just let me sleep has been my plea.

I still do, feel sick that is. I missed a lecture yesterday, spent this mornings lecture in a complete daze, and considered not bothering with my creative tutorial this afternoon.

Only considered mind. I went in, I braved it. Bottle of water in my hand, head pounding. Why you ask, why would someone put themselves through that? Simply, I had to. My finished script was bound, and there was no way I would let anything stand in the way of getting that in.

So there you have it. That's been my day. Oh, why am I so happy? My tutor also had a short story of mine to discuss, all positive for that. Overall though, he said, 'I admire your writing.'

Watch me do the happy dance! I may not be published, I may never earn millions, but someone out there likes my writing, and just that, just that alone, makes me very very happy.