I started a gratitude journal. Oprah promised me that this would cure my depression (I’m paraphrasing) and so I can’t wait to get started. Ha ha, that’s a depression joke. I can totally wait to get started.
While I wait, I think I’ll just sit here and stare at the video game Adam is playing. It seems easier than reading a book or writing a gratitude journal.
OK, enough of that! Let’s get started for real. Today, I am grateful for:
1. The fact that I don’t live in Adam’s video game, where zombies are eating just everyone.
2. My period is coming soon, which means I will probably soon stop feeling like a crying machine with hurt-boulders where her boobs should be.
3. Next week, I get to see my family, including Ma and Pa Smash and Mrs. Piddlington and her children, the prince and princess of LEGOs and juice. We will go to the beach. Oz has already informed Adam that he will have a better hat. We’ll have to have some kind of a competition or something when we get there. I think Ma Smash will have to judge.
A better hat than this guy? Try and be serious.