+ A new home, almost fully unboxed.
+ Pillow Pets. It's like hugging a freaking cloud.
+ UPS tracking numbers and watching my package get closer. . .and closer. . .
+ I saw a man on a street corner at major intersection rocking the fuck out. Head bobbing, jumping wherever his legs took him, holding tight to his discman and just dancing like he didn't care. Which he clearly didn't. No one else in the car noticed him.