Happy, happy, joy, joy

Good day sunshine, good day sunshine, good day sunshine...

Very strange, as I started to type that, it got brighter outside. Crazy... like anyone will believe me anyway. It's not too hot, not too cold, nor are the children or co-workers irratating me- it's just a good day. My jaw isn't making me wish I or everyone including my dentist was dead, I am a little sleepy, but I know where Chris hides the candy in his desk and he's at sho-gakkou. I am no longer doing my English conversation on Wednesday with very strange man and I just found a lollipop in my purse. I have 48 days till I go home and see my momma, life is good.

Now, I'm gonna prepare for a workshop I'm helping to give Monday. Even that isn't getting me down. Man, these must be some good drugs. Good day sunshine, bom-ba-doo-doo, good day sunshine, bee-de-doo-da, good day...