You know, I have been so wrapped up in how unhappy I am, pretty much to the point of constantly obsessing over it, that I've begun to lose sight of life's little details within the big picture of malcontent. Yesterday at work I was back in my little cubbyhole, elbow deep in assembling a microwave cart, and doing a flawless job of it. Back there by myself, nobody was there to breathe down my neck. The Crystal Method's "Vegas" was spinning in my player, and I was doing my dorky boppy little shuffle as I worked. Then it struck me: like a narrow shaft of sunlight that pierces through a cloudy day, in that fleeting moment, I was really happy.