You know, I’ve been meaning to write this one since like the end of last week. I was riding the subway the other day, listening to my headphones, reading my book, letting that cool air conditioned subway air hit my face. And I was just like, shit! I’m really happy. Like REALLY happy. It’s incredible. I have myself in this perfect little space for what I need right now. You know, this routine of going to “work” and doing my thing, and then coming home and doing my thing. In between there’s some subway riding, some pizza slice eating, and some sleeping. And you know, it’s great. I totally live in my own little world, and it’s just what I want and need right now at this point. I know that this stage can only go on for so long. I can live my whole life so internally as I am right now, but right now, it’s like I turned on the oven, and put all the burners up as high as they will go inside me, and the electric bill’s gonna be outrageous, but I’m just making all kinds of explosive headway with everything, with the stuff I’m working on, and myself, and with getting everything to feel good and right finally. It’s a spectacular feeling. And it’s all so simple, you know. It’s such small easy things that I do. It’s nothing complicated to be happy. It’s the easiest thing in the world.