As I sit and drink my cup of hot chocolate tonight I am standing in awe at the shear beauty of nothing; the simplicity of nothing, here, sitting in the living room, I breathe, I pause a second, I think, I smile at the great gig in the sky…to the sound of nothing (or a Pink Floyd song, hehe!)

Never before has nothing been something to me. I am a stressed individual. I work a nice job but with crappy hours…9 to 5. That means I am always in the traffic, morning and evening and I fucking hate it and hate everybody in my path.

So, when I have a minute, like this one where I can write shit that so very few of you read (according to the site stats) I get happily happy for no particular reason. Happiness, what a tricky bugger that is. But I believe being ‘happy enough’ – I like the way that sounds. Because there is no such thing as being super happy. There’s happy moments but super happy all the time does not exist. What does exist however is ‘right now’ and right now I am happy enough.

Vision, deity, foam in the bathtub, sprinkles. Little noise.