It's all good, all of the time.
Still on hiatus, but my wee system is about to explode from all the goodness that has taken place during the past 24-hours. It's overwhelming.* My mother received the results of her biopsy today, and - cue a choked-up response that feels suspiciously like tears - it's negative. Yay.* Jon and I went to see The World-Famous Pontani Sisters, Los Straitjackets and Kaiser George with Jessica and Nice!Eric in Annapolis last night. Good times. When we returned to my apartment, Jon and I exchanged gifts, as he is spending the holidays with his family in Texas. (A few gifts remain MIA on both sides and will be surrendered, post-holidays. One of my knitting projects - impossible to complete prior to Xmas - was put on hiatus in favor of a more time-friendly recreation of Mike Nesmith's signature green hat, and I've just picked up el Projecto Impossible yet again. On his end of things, Jon is still working on one of my presents - which involves sewing! intrigue! - and the other one "caught on fire" (!!!) and needs to be re-done. Ponder that one for a bit.) He loved his hat and Nesmith-shirt (Monkees theme unintentional) and the Gameboy Pimp-Out, which ended up including over 750 original NES games. (Sweet!) As for his affectionate girlfriend: I received Knitorama, Saint Morrissey, and a vintage receiver (circa 1974) for my turntable, which he restored and made awesome. Which - it bears emphasis - is just so, so kick-ass; my turntable was previously hooked up to a shitty Sony stereo that did absolutely nothing for sound quality. The boy also did his part to make said receiver aesthetically pleasing, priming and painting it a lovely hot pink and re-labeling the knobs and dials as he saw fit. (In an endearing Spinal Tap shout-out, the "Maxximum Volumizer" knob goes up to eleven.) A picture is forthcoming.* Free-range Gush: Throughout the evening, he would spontaneously launch into hug-mode and state exactly how much he was going to miss me. And I was constantly on the receiving end of hugs and kisses and love proclamations aplenty. Do I really need to spell out just how amazing this feels? It's my journal and I can be a walking clich if I want to: He makes my heart, like, swell.* Received my generous bonus check, in addition to a $60 gift certificate and some kind words from both manager and Vice-President, as today marks my one-year anniversary with the company. I've already outlined my Responsible and Adult plans for said bonus check in a previous entry; the summary is that this in conjunction with a newly paid off car is a good push towards being financially healthy for the first time in years. Ive been strained and stressed and struggling for a long time now. Its good to see that come to an end.Many other small happies are contributing to my overall state of bliss, involving eBay wins, incoming packages and impending holiday goodness with the family (not to mention a New Years in the company of my boyfriend). Seriously, I am unaccustomed to life being this good(/void of angst) and have absolutely no idea what to do with it.