I canNOT believe how much work I’m buried under just 5 weeks into the semester. But then, for the first time in years, I am happy. Really. Oh my god right? (crap i just noticed the pun) Atheism really agrees with me. I think for once in my life, I’m freed. From everything. For once in my life, I see happiness as something that is mine to grasp. If I’m not careful here, I might just embrace optimism as well. Maybe I have already.