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2003-03-25

Happiness. Let us define it, shall we?

It is when you come home, the feet feels like sponges because they’ve been in the shoes all day long. For now, and forever, we’ll just skip the smelly socks part. It’s better that way. It’s late, you’re a bit hungry as it was several hours since you had something to eat. The right eye is a bit irritated because of some crap on the glasses. And you don’t care because in the mail, you just got Tegan and Sara: This Business of Art. Or do you think this is a bit too specific? No. I don’t think so either. Tegan and Sara can brighten up any day, no matter how failed it might be. (But to be fair, today wasn’t failed. I’m just a bit tired.)

Happiness is not: losing a meatball. It fell to the floor and bounced of my foot. I can’t find it, and it was my last one. It can be anywhere, except in the computer or on a shelf.