(Page 2 of Happiness is a Warm Puppy, 1962, by Charles Schultz.)

I'm only happy when it rains.
I feel good when things are going wrong.
I only listen to the sad, sad songs.
I'm only happy when it rains.

it's already 85 degrees at 6am; it'll be 103 by the time I get off work. by then, the apocalyptic thunderclouds will have moved in, sparked and crashing, scaring dogs and skittish young men walking home.

ah, summer.

Happiness? I dunno.

Weirdness: Last night the street in front of my building was swarming with cops & firefighters and the street was yellowtaped off. On the news we saw that the power lines were catching fire all over astoria, so maybe that was it. On the way into work this morning, I saw a traffick accident on Seventh near Carmine Street. Lotsa glass and a dude being lifted onto a strecher. I took pictures of both incidents but haven't flickr'd them yet.

On the good side, my college girlfriend (who's married to my best friend from college, emailed me that she had a baby girl yesterday. I'm especially happy for them since a year or so ago they had a stillborn child.

Eventful day.

Should I keep posting these? It's a short book. Maybe I'll ask you all what you're happy about each day.

My cat eating half of my turkey sandwich.
(and yes, keep posting the book)

What am I happy about today? I am working from home tomorrow and Friday, and hopefully will be able to finish the work this evening, giving me a 4-day weekend.

Yes, please, keep posting these, Shane. I need my Peanuts fix daily. The rain last night was incredible, blowing in like a hurricane, pelting rain, hail, you name it. We lost power, and that never happens as our power lines are underground. Mother Nature can be terrifying, at times. And I love a good storm!

Do keep it up Shane.

shane is one of my heroes

aww, naw, you're my hero, tr33hggr!