Going through a pensive, quasi-depressed stage right now. Nothing is wrong - at all. I think that's what I'm somehow scanning my brain for, what's wrong. That's something to get used to, considering all the hell the last five years of my life has brought me. I need to shut the fuck up and just be happy, but I can't. I suppose I'll enjoy some of life's little comforts, like painting, reading, eating popcorn, then realize I need to really enjoy what I have.