It's been a pretty shite day, so I'm kind of scraping to find something to be happy about, but...
1. my dinner -- a bowl of home-made chicken soup with big chunky carrots and tiny little conchigliette, and a bottle of Joker.
2. so thankful that I grew up in a time and circumstance where I could leave home at 17 and become a strong, independent person with a varied catalogue of interesting/challenging life experiences. So many of the people I work with, who are roughly my age, have got adult kids living at home because they can't afford their independence, and it just seems like a nightmare for all concerned.