Now my feet don't touch the ground

The bad news is that there were only four of us at the rehearsal. The good news is that we had a good time, in addition, I threw my dignity away again yet again. By doing so, I felt so free and calm. I walked home reading a poem in Russian out loud. When I got in front my house, a man asked whether I was sober. I just started to laugh and told him "far from it". I love moments like these.
I'm so proud of myself, the first week of February has passed (which is always the most shitty time of the year for me). And it's Valentine's Day on next Thursday! My second favorite holiday after Christmas. School is quite fine also only if I'd manage to get on one side with Jevgeni and Tatjana. As the Estonian saying goes.. pätt tunneb päti ära. (Oh, it's a pointless inside joke between my past, present and future.)
I have nothing deep to write because nothing huge has upset me. I mean - how long can a person really write about happiness?