Good things happened today. I hung out with my friends. I finished my awesome skirt. I hung out with friends. I passed my apartment inspection. I had a nice talk on the phone. Good things happened yesterday. I helped a student. I finished my apartment. I had root beer floats and hung out with friends and got work done and conquered my Dreamweaver issues. As far as I can remember, good things happened the day before that, and the day before that. So why am I miserable?