When your "professional life" is getting you down, you gotta remember the good things. Ah yes, the good things. Which were those again? Let's see: Camembert on a fresh baguette. Lavender-oatmeal soap. Roxy Music. Johnny Walker Black. Golden Gate Park. David Foster Wallace. Croquet. Rollerskating. Steamed mussels. Levis. New York City. M*A*S*H. Clean sheets. John Waters. French food. That feeling right after you've written something you know is good. That feeling when you know beyond a shadow of a doubt the people you're with are your close friends.

I feel a little better now.