A Good Day

It was a good day. A boring day, but a good day all the same. I finished reading Harry Potter and The Deatlhly Hallows (for the nights adventures in obtaining a copy look no further than Kelli's photo representation of the occasion) for the second time. My favorite on America's Next Food Network Star won. I made spaghetti. The lights went off for forty minutes, and I stayed in last nights pajama pants all day long. I didn't talk to anyone, and I didn't see anyone. I was a little depressed today, but a little happy too. Sometimes it's good to be a paradox of emotions. It doesn't make sense most of the time, to be both happy and upset at once but it feels so right.