It's a warm summer evening, and I have new glasses from Ikea. I love the sound of ice cubes clinking on a hot night. I love that my apartment is cleaner than it's probably been since I moved in. I spent half a week of vacation time on that.
I like the friends I have, all of them, even if their not so close and I think I'm dreadfully lucky for them. I like that I can make a stupid angsty post and they take it in stride.
I like a lot of things about where I work. It really is some comfort, even if I don't particularly care for the work itself. And I like the people I work for, even if, for the most part, I don't care much for the people I work with.
And, so far, I really, really like the seventh season of Buffy.