Small things that make our crappy days get better.

--Scrubs. Zach Braff can do no wrong. If I ever run into him at a random bar in this town, I'll either faint or ask him out. With Joel's permission of course.

--American Idol. Yes, Joel and I are junkies. I finally gave in to the phenomenon. Although I admit, Joel is worse. He actually rewinds Tivo to watch a song AGAIN!

--A really good book on the subway. "A Million Little Pieces" by James Frey. Amazing. I was nauseous for the first 20 pages. It's about an addict's road to recovery...and I use the word recovery loosely. Read it.

--A walk. A run. Anyway that you feel that you are running from the world and talking inside your head again. Sorting things out.

--Bar hop in a new neighborhood 'til 3 a.m. Caveat: Hangover is consequence.

--Soft serve ice cream.

--Watching new plants grow in your backyard.

--Picking a toe.

--A guitar lesson.

--Being naked.

--Concerts. Any, all, in the park, at the beach, free, paid.

--The Shins. How I love all of you...

--Boston Red Sox Hats that are washed before you even get them. Yum.

--Getting drunk with your friends. Getting drunk with your friend's parents.

--Blogs.