In French we say "une amélioration"

My mood when I woke up this morning (a carry-over from last night):
"Dil hi to hai na sang-o-khisht, dard se bhar na aaye kyon?" - Mirza Ghalib
(My own embarrassingly rough translation: "A heart it is, not a stone nor a brick. Why then should it not feel sorrow?")

I have an epic paper due on Tuesday, which my mind used as an effective diversion. She is a clever mind...a ruthless military strategist. Hah. However as I worked ferociously on my paper, happily distracted from thoughts of broken hearts and dejected friends and chipped souls, I also forgot to look out the window. And so, only at 4PM did I notice how beautifully sunny it was.

Like an egg yolk.

Of course, by that time, my bum was so firmly sunk into my mattress and my grey matter so deeply immersed in Stendhal's theory of "vanity-love" that it would be impossible to go out there and join hands with the emerging blades of grass and revel in the wonders of Spring.

Oh, Spring is HERE! :)
(hmm I hope I'm not being presumptuous in declaring this so emphatically)

You know what I want to do to celebrate? I want to put on a knee-length scarlet dress with barely-there black stockings...lay out a white bedsheet on the drive way...eat blueberries and crunchy vanilla macaroons...sip on Raspberry Lime Rickey...slap on a pair of sunglasses (yes, at night)...and watch Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain under a clear sky. Mmmm.

My mood right now:
Elevation - "Biscayne"

Zat is...how you say...in Eengleesh...an improvement.