You know what I love?

OHMIGOD I love it when people call me to yell at me.

YESSSSSSSSS.

I LOVE THAT SO MUCH I WANT TO MARRY IT. AND KISS IT, WITH TONGUE.

It could be an adjective, but I suspect that it is a noun

What’s the word? I can’t figure it out. I’ll explain in long-winded fashion. You tell me the word.

It’s the word that describes the feeling of having plenty to do, things you enjoy doing and normally wouldn’t mind doing, but finding that you are simply not in the mood. You’re excited about something that will take place in a few days, but still, the thing is a few days away, so the excitement is ebbing and flowing. It’s not a bad feeling, nor is it a particularly good feeling. I sometimes have this feeling when my feet are still sleep-warm and I’m out and about. Or when I wake up while in the middle of a dream and can suddenly drive that dream, but steer in strange ways. I don’t know what that feeling is called. What that state of being is called. I’m there, in this very moment, I am there, but I still don’t know what it is.

Maybe I’ll just leave it unlabelled, and call it being a girl.