I realised this afternoon that I am the only happy person getting around in this world. Everyone I see on the street looks borderline suicidal. I don’t really know what the issue is. Essentially I’ve got no reason to be happier than anyone else; to be honest, I’ve probably got less. I recently broke up with my wife, lost my job, and the rear view mirror just fell off my car. On the plus side there’s room for a new romance, I’m leaving a stale career, and, well, ok, the rear view mirror thing really does suck.