msfledermaus | a list:

If you can't say anything good...then it's time to make a list.
(It's that stupid book someone gave me that has thousands of things to be happy about. I read it, say, "this is incredibly stupid, I can do better than that!" and throw it against the wall, over and over. For some reason THAT makes me happy. So...

THINGS THAT MAKE ME HAPPY...
Throwing that book against the wall, over and over and over.
Really good spring rolls.
Tang Dynasty funeral sculptures.
The mighty technology of the multivitamin.
Jelly belly jelly beans...*stuffs fistful in mouth when no one's looking*
Old zines in my bookcase that I can't stop reading over and over.
Tea sets and imagining trying to use them all.
Knitting night! Yarn! Knitting needles! Woohoo! *swoons*
"Spirited Away"
Curryfests in the kitchen, at a restuarant, just some curry, please!!!
The moment when the lightbulb comes on over someone's head.
For some unfathomable reason, books on the French Revolution. I'm kinda weird.
Hell, any history book, really.
Falling asleep with the window open and my self-knitted blanket. Happy cosy Hestian domesticity.
That fresco from Pompeii workies has...again with the history...
My portable sumi-e' set with the Nara Buddha on the cover.
The moment a project, big or small, is finished and you feel that small satisfied glow.
The minute a project pops into your head, making you say, "Hmmm, now that's not a bad idea."
Glitter by the computer monitor....better by it than in it.
Dia de las Muertos ofrendas, calaveras, all that great stuff. It makes me happy on the deepest levels.

Time enough to make a list like this, just for the hell of it. No good reason at all...