If you read this, you must be thinking that I am constantly pissed off. That is not entirely true. At times, I am always pissed off. Most of the time, I just tolerate things. There’s not much I can do. If I did, there would be a long line of victims in my wake.

Sometimes people tell me to be “happy”. I am “happy”. My idea of “happy” is different from most people. For me to be truly happy, everything would have to stop being such a goddamn ordeal. Inconsequential things like driving to the train station, the trip on the train, the idiots I have to deal with on the train, the Lead Footed Pedestrian Spam of 7th Avenue…little things like that. That’s all I ask. Do you jobs, shut up, and get out of my way. Is that too much to ask?

I try not to be too “happy” anyway. If you’re happy for too long, you’re only setting yourself for the inevitable disappointment. It’s better not to expect too much. All you get is shit anyway. Once in a while when things actually make sense and work out in your favor, it’s a nice surprise. But, don’t let that go to your head because someone, somewhere will fuck it all up all over again.

Now, I am “happy”. I’m getting ready to watch a hockey game (it’s a Devils game but it’s better than nothing. The real hockey team in New York, the Rangers, are on tomorrow). And, C.S.I.: New York is on later. How much better can it get? Sure enough, tomorrow morning will be upon us and I’ll have to take out the shovel once again and deal with the garbage the day thrusts upon me.