I'm now going to attempt to write a vaguely happy post (:
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Or not.
Look, I really don't want to whine, but it's really hard to think of something!
I mean, I consume happiness in small chunks, like... like... a Cadbury bar. I hardly experience an overpowering rush of joy in any situation, and the rare occurrences of such an undignified emotion are usually too personal to share with anyone else but my warped conscience. Simple things are the ones that make me 'happy', so to speak. Like the story I'm helping Janie with. I can write, and helping someone while doing it is a bonus. That cheers me up to some extent, but it's mainly just a remedy for the mind-numbing boredom that is my humdrum life.
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Oh, what am I saying! I know why I'm so dull, mundane, unhappy...
But I'm not telling any one of you.
Oh, and I like chocolate. (: