This whole being positive all the time thing is harder than originally planned.  It seems that most of my negativity has been coming out in my dreams these days.  Which I guess is better than spewing it to coworkers and friends.

The other night I dreamt that I went ape-shit on some woman who cut in line in front of me at Starbucks and got the last reduced fat mixed berry coffee cake.

Apparently my subconscious has a little bit of hostility, or just needs some cake.

Hard as it is, I’m still walking through the streets of Manhattan smiling and it really does make a difference in my mood and the way people approach me.

Last night I met up with my friend Married Guy for dinner at Hooters.  Married Guy isn’t his given name, but in my head it is.  I nicknamed him that because we used to be in an improv troupe together, when he auditioned he announced he was getting married the next week.  So, the first time I saw him after he was cast he was married, and I didn’t remember his real name.  It stuck.  Married Guy has left behind the world of improv comedy and performs all the time as a stand-up now.  He’s been strongly suggesting that I give the stand-up circuit a shot, so over wings and curly fries I picked his brain.

I think I’m going to do it.  I’ll probably take a class first, because I like to feel well practiced, but I think it’s going on the 2010 Happiness To Do list.


Oatmeal with almond butter and banana
Coffee with 1% milk


Leftover chicken, broccoli, and brown rice


6-wings and curly fries