It's my life

I am out of a job.

I am broke.

My nails are grubby and horrid and I desperately need a manicure and a pedicure.

My face is like sandpaper, my eye-bags the size of samsonites, and my eyebrows hairy and unplucked.

The last time I saw a movie was months ago; heck, the last time I even went into a mall was months ago! I can't even remember when was the last time I stepped into an air-conditioned restaurant with actual service people.

It was a long time ago that I last saw my friends, probably when dinosaurs roamed the earth.

Since I haven't been going out much, it means I haven't been combing my hair much either. I still take a shower every day though, just in case you were wondering, but it's only because it's so hot.

My life sounds like it needs improving doesn't it? Well, I guess it does. But interestingly, despite it all, I am happy, and engulfed by an incredible sense of well-being.

How do I know I am enjoying life?

I can't stop smiling to myself.

I have loads to talk about even with nothing much happening to me, so much so I have conversations on MSN with friends who aren't even online!

I have a more-than-healthy sense of humour. I counted 7 chuckles and a snort today, and I can only afford the time to count chuckles and giggles only because I don't have a job.

I am still looking forward to waking up every morning, and especially waking up to breakfast. I think I'm going to have a ham and cheese sandwich for breakfast tomorrow.

I am definitely looking forward to friends mailing me 10 dollar notes about reading this post. I don't think I'll get more than 15 dollars and a 50 pence stamp though.