Too verbose for facebook, not quite enough for blogging.

Well, fuck it. I ought to be writing anyway.

I have been reading this morning about happiness and unhappiness and of course take a moment to ask, are you happy? I can't answer, not because I know I am not, but because I am striving for something else: to be wholly and accurately aware. It is as dangerous a goal as happiness, but more attainable in the summer-time. Because, really, fuck summertime.