Last night as bf and I were riding through snowy streets after an early evening showing of "Zodiac"*, I said, "I have something serious to say. I'm happy."
"Seeing a movie about a serial killer makes you happy?" bf asked, in his inimitable let's-see-how-much-shit-I-can-give-you way.
"I just thought I'd never be happy again," I said, ignoring his ribbing.
"But I'm happy. I really didn't think I would be, ever ever again. But I am."
*will report on this film later.