Yesterday I was happy, the world was smily bunnies and stuff. Then I watched the first hour of Ikiru (to live), a Japanese movie about a man with terminal stomach cancer stuck in the daily grind of a Tokyo bureaucratic office. It was really depressing. I'm not sure if I'm going to make it through the other two hours. I managed to recover somewhat after that, then I read a depressing article in National Geographic about all of the poisons in my house that Rebecca is crawling through, and how they migrate into our bodies. Woo. Gah. Somedays it's harder than others to be an optimist.
