So today I woke up at around eight, checked my dai­ly blogroll, found out that I have $6 in my bank account, cooked some break­fast, went back to bed. I got a call let­ting me know that I’ve been hired for a new job, my high­est pay­ing one to date, end­ing to my four­teen month unem­ploy­ment stretch. Got dressed, bought a bus pass, went to school, ate lunch, skipped the last half of class. On the way home I bought a book, looked for a wrist­band, fin­ished read­ing a chap­ter from my eco­nom­ics text­book. Got anoth­er call, let­ting me know that my appli­ca­tion with Trolley and Wheaties into a beau­ti­ful 16th floor apart­ment has been accept­ed. And here I am, sit­ting in my fur­nished apart­ment next to my cat, watch­ing peo­ple improv char­ac­ters on a GO train.

I start work tomor­row. I’m sched­uled for a table ten­nis marathon with Pat this month. My pork chop defrost­ed in time for din­ner. Things are get­ting even bet­ter.

More than 170 peo­ple were killed today, in a war I know noth­ing about, con­cern­ing things I don’t under­stand, with peo­ple I’ve nev­er met, at a place half the world away.

This is the first time that I’ve ever felt guilty to be hap­py.