These are things:
Food anywhere from mediocre to incredible.
Falling back asleep.
2 litres of soda pop.
A compliment.
Those dreams I only partially remember, where I convince myself that I’ve grasped some intense concept, and forget just enough of so I can’t convince myself otherwise later on.
Saturday in general.
The dream of a future.
Waking up on a birthday.
Forgetting something incredible, and remembering in time (which I suppose breaks down to “nice surprises”).
Being completely away from contact.
Being in contact.
Arrested Development for what it’s worth.
The realization that though this list is truth, there are other things I enjoy as well and that I am not limited to one indefinite list.
The right concert.
Left-handed people.
Finding a toonie nearby to a bag of chips for sale.
Thick-framed glasses.
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