I'm deliriously happy. I can't explain it, and I don't care to anymore. Mostly only at work though. Still, happy. I've never ever felt this way before without being on drugs, except for being in love. I can only imagine how it would be if this feeling really were combined with being in love with someone who loved me. It might be too much to handle. I might laugh myself to death out of sheer joy.
It keeps getting better, even though I still have crap days. It keeps getting better. I hope it extends beyond work. I hope it spreads, to church and home and days off and every second of my life. I'll find somebody some day to share this with. God is good.