lion in a coma

today i was thinking...

i complain about work, but at least i have a job.
and i complain about other things too but i have a home, and a family, and amazing friends, and someone who loves me, and i read and listen to music and feel happy and when i'm sad it doesn't last a million days in a row lately, and i don't have to drink my problems away, and i have so much more to be happy/grateful for than i do to be sad for.

i have as many problems as the next guy, but at least i can work through them on my own, or with a little help from the people i love.

listening to: animal collective
reading: just finished the july issue of elle, about to start The Girl who Played with Fire by stieg larsson
feeling: sweaty
thinking about: my new idea to raise money for charity[ies]
hope your weekend went well!