Lotta talk flying around about ups and downs lately, especially by and about people who get them really big, people with bipolar disorder. But what about people like me, who get them rather big bu on a short term basis. And my ups aren't the frantic thing that a manic phase is considered to be, just a euphoric peace. A quiet joy. Or even an energetic dancing joy, but still not a zippity whing bang thing. No fizzing and popping. Just happiness. All there is to my moods really is happiness and sadness.

Sounds so simple. Feels so simple.

Last entry I wrote, I was very depressed. I am very, very depressed right now. Most of this weekend I walked around listlessly, with brief moments of contentment, and a few of actual mirth.

I haven't been ecstatically happy in awhile.