In love
This evening, I went out for a drink with a journalist who wants to write about the music software scene in Berlin. I came home and Skyped with my Mum and we talked about our upcoming family holiday in France. I wrote about last weekend on Ruby Stark and then carried on writing an article for my public blog about Node.js and event-driven programming and JavaScript and asynchronicity. I found myself in an intellectual ecstasy as I dived into the code I was explaining and connected more and more dots in my head.
I have just smoked a cigarette out of my window and thought about how happy I am: excited about my date with Malt on Saturday where we will go for brunch and play Capture the Flag and go to a dubstep/glitchcore club night, revelling in all the pieces I joined together in my article, looking forward to reading the rest of the email I had just received from Cat. I thought about how my happiness is being in love with my world.