Between the sea and sky I fall into your California Blue

I am so happy it's obscene! It's like this warm breeze and like I'm floating with it above everything. I guarantee it's because I'm bi-polar, I mean it has to be, but it beats the alt. so the devil may care. Like I want to figure out why it is that I'm in such a spectacular mood, like you know how it is when you are really happy and like you want to bottle it and like save it for "a rainy day" and all that? Maybe by the time I get off this "psychiatrist's couch" we'll both have our answers and all life's troubles will be yesterday's headlines. The burner finally works (somewhat) so I got my Travis GH cd created, their acoustic '(Hit Me) Baby One More Time' still kills me. Think Scottish-folk-emo. So you know how people make their checklists in their head about what "The Perfect Man/Woman" is all about and usually stick strictly to it and all that? I'm not much into thinking like that (I have my own methods of preventive thinking, don't worry), but I do many times keep a list of "Things that would be the best about a relationship" (Preface: these aren't things that HAVE to happen or else bust, but maybe there is somebody like me that has a few and we would share those moments). Like a snowball fight, or lying in the hammock or today I thought of brushing your teeth in the mirror next to her in the mirror. Lying on the couch in Allison's appt. up in East Lasning listing to kissing/Isaacs' head hitting the ceiling 3 feet above her loft bed every half hour between 3:00 and 5:00 AM, you sorta needed something to think about. And Shannon just called and we talked for 5 seconds short of a hour and let's end it with that (the answer?).