willful solitude isn't the same as being alone

I know she's not the greatest singer ever (not by a long shot) but listening to Li Bing Bing always makes me feel a bit happier. Not even sure why.

Tea is always wonderful, as well. And conversations with people who love you. Those can make even the crappiest day ever a little bit better.


Back pain's not so great, nor the cold that makes my joints hurt. And stress isn't the greatest thing, either.


Hell, there's a fuckload wrong with my life but, you know? It could be worse. A lot worse.



I just need to remember to appreciate the good things like they deserve to be appreciated.