So, this is totally selfish, but I'm going to say it anyway. There are a lot of people in my surroundings who are going through a lot of icky crap. I am happy--thrilled, even--to not be one of them. Does that make me selfish? Bitchy? Maybe...but not really. See, I'm not enjoying anyone's ill fortune--that would make me bitchy. Rather, I'm just reveling in the fact that my life is, right now, pretty damn good. So far, November is kickin'. Even though I'm not doing Nanowrimo, which I should be doing.