My level of happiness is verging on disgustingly pathetic. I am very, very, very happy right now, for no particularly good reason. I just am. And I am relaxed, soothed, calm, and content. This combination is unusual for me... But it's really rather pleasant.

However, this joy does have a downside: it's rather hard to act like an angry protesting radical when you're this cheerful. The play opens next week, and I'm apparently just not furious enough. I must work on that... I need to find something that will upset me enough to put me in the right frame of mind for the role.

Until then... I'm going to enjoy my serene euphoria as long as I can.