Time to kill @ home before going back to angstville. It's twee, but i really need to count my blessings, or at least some sort of secular version of that infinitive phrase. I have a good, healthy generally happy family. I do something I love, which absorbs me and which I have the chance to be really good at. I have pleasures: in addition to philosophy, there is literature (reading my namesake recently; on the back of the book it says beckett helped the disenfranchised of society. While I doubt the general truth of this, reading people like Beckett always makes me happy - i feel as disjointed as one of his heroes); there is comedy - how can one not be happy after watching arrested development; there is the fantastic mathematical beauty of well maths and Bach.
Yes, my life isn't perfect, and my stomach will continue to groan and my breath to get caught panicked in my throat; but it's not so bad.