The quirkiest happy thing I saw was a young man sitting on his porch playing the banjo in my neighborhood. There's no angst in a banjo. None at all.
"Don't talk business unless you're ready to do business" is one of my rules; I shouldn't get so frustrated when others follow it. Then again, most of us follow it half-assedly and arbitrarily. Chain jerking is a shitty way of relating, too. It'd be easier if any of us knew what we wanted, but who does? Not me, so I should get off my high horse.
Considering a Vegas trip in August to hook up with my sister and brother-in-law and clear my head. Everything feels like a demand or a waste of time lately, which is a rotten attitude. I'm just perpetually fed up. Even if I don't do Vegas, I'm thinking I may need to do something.