Sunshine and Metaphors!

Behold!

Today the world is sunny and I am, uncharacteristically, not in a terrible mood. I am even at work, which usually slowly and painfully erodes my soul until there is nothing left but its bitter exposed underbelly...but not today.

Why? Could it be, the return of Glee? The nearing conclusion of Lost? The fact that it's almost officially summer, which is the only time of year when living in Vancouver does not officially suck? That I'm hosting a Puppy and Cupcake Party for my work peeps in the nearish future, and there will be puppies, and cupcake, and much obligatory merriment? That I got to sleep in this morning? Or a complex combination of so many of these things, like an intricately woven tapestry of elation?

Also important, in this fit of happiness, is a desire to quit to soft drink addiction...especially after reading about ulcers and G.E.R.D., which led to reading about Barret's Esophagus, which led to the realization that I really do have an increased risk of Esophageal Cancer if I keep this up. And then, at thirty, I'd totally be like one of those smokers who says, "what, when I started, we didn't know it could KILL you," even though they started smoking in the eighties and by then, everyone totally knew. Just like that. Which...crap.

So...cancer! Sunshine! The vague possibility of kicking a habit near and dear to my heart for the last eightish years! Yay...?