Un: It can't rain all of the time.

Sometimes I feel like a total putz.

In spite of this, I feel good today. I have absolutely no reason to, but I'm at least at peace, balanced. I was a bit of a lunatic on Monday and I wasn't having a great day yesterday, but today I seem to have reached that good place, and I treasure that.

It was fairly simple. I got up earlier than usual, went out, and bought some comics. It was a nice day, I had a good Iced Cap (ie no leftovers when all the liquid had been drained.) I didn't have to spend too much and I caught the bus in good time. There were some pretty people on the bus. I've been having a decent day. It's a day during which things can go wrong and have no effect. Like, we experimented with a little crab for dinner tonight, but had trouble with the shells. Despite that, I'm in a fairly good mood. And despite having to rearrange all my plans to try and get this movie done, when in truth it seems utterly impossible to really do, I'm still perfectly fine.

Watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind today. Terrific film (as all of Kaufman's are.) Also read the new Y: The Last Man, which was an incredible issue (nothing out of the ordinary there.) It was such a nice day that I literally felt like singing while I was on the bus. Oh, don't worry, it was after literally everybody else got off at the mall, and I was at the back so the driver couldn't hear me over the droning of the engine. Besides, it was a really nice Beatles song. One of the songs I once sang with Emma on the New York subway. God my nostalgia for May 4-8 2005 is intense.

I remember a few years ago, when I was in Grade 10, there was this girl, Gabriella (Gabby) Cortez. I have no idea how it is we initially met, but we used to see each other in the hallways a lot and talk. She was in Grade 12 or 13 at the time. She played a role and I believe had a solo in Melymick's Everyman. Our friendship was weird, because we had no reason to be friends, we just talked occasionally (I didn't even learn her name for a while.) After she graduated, I saw her again, once, on the 27 bus, White Oaks and we spoke. She had done a lot of travelling (she'd been to South America I think,) and even almost married. This story has virtually no ending, except to note that life is weird. You meet weird people, at the weirdest times and places, and see them again as serendipity wills you. Doubt I'll ever see her again, though she may still live in the area. She was a good soul, though.

I said earlier that I had to rearrange all my plans for Saturday for the sake of shooting. See, I'd made arrangements with a certain somebody to see a movie (or do something in that vein.) Then the shooting came up and I was fretting. Then I spoke to "certain somebody" and she told me that she had a soccer tournament. And when I mentioned that I had to shoot anyway, we both laughed, and felt much better.

Like I said, life is weird. When you think everything's fucked up, you sometimes get a weird little cookie like that. Not exactly a blessing, but just something to ease the burden of a life that often gets too heavy to lift; to mix a metaphor.

I'm really happy right now, and I've never seen the positive connotation of this post's title more clearly. Indeed, it can't.

Keep on rockin'
-Master Scotto