So, I’m a happy bunny right now and have been for sometime.  And I feel like posting about it.  Things are going well.  I like my graduate program and the work I’m producing.  I’m going to be named on two articles coming out soon in a political science journal– 3rd or 4th so it’s no big deal but it’s satisfying to me.  And I don’t teach this semester because they made me a research fellow at GMU which is less work hours-wise and more money.  And I’m not sure how to describe it but I have a lot of friends that I love and negligible drama or superficial relationships.  And I feel like I’m living pretty fully with a lot of working out and hanging out and eating well and stuff.  I just think I’m living really well.  It’s a fine balance to walk in that if you focus too much on things not going well then you risk sounding too negative and that’s off putting.  But if you’re really pleased with how things are lining up you risk sounding self-aggrandizing or obnoxious or worse, insensitive to people for whom things might be rocky.   So I’ll just say things are going really well with me and leave it at that.  But, even if things weren’t going well I think I would still be happy because I feel like deep down in the big blue sea I’m happy.  The me that is me is happy.  But, contrarily, somehow at a core level I’m also really fucking angry.  And I’m not sure how both things could be true simultaneously.  Further analysis suggests happy has the upper hand over angry and is gaining momentum and I like that, chubby cat.  It’s sort of grown up I guess.  This post has become heavier than originally intended.  So you should watch this clip and drink every time they change clothes.