I'm eating a really good apple. I mean really good. It's organic and it was really dirty when I bought it, but now it's clean and sweet and juicy and amazing. I'm never buying my apples from the supermarket again.

Tomorrow feels a little better, because in today's paper there was a little birthday box for me featuring a bad picture and a funny message. It's the little things, like birthday fill, amazing apples, a check for $2.98 in the mail and...evil sailing teachers?