I'm also hungry, though I've eaten plenty today (it would seem, to my head), and itchin' to see For the Love of Spock, and barefoot at the office, and ready to meet with the trainee in the morning, and a little achy of spirit in a way I'm trying not to let get to me, but you know, you can only do what you can do, but the weather's breaking toward the temperate, and some of the little ordinary things of life that might not be alright are alright, and one foot in front of the other doesn't feel oppressive justnowatthisverymoment, and cats may make the best roommates but I'm pretty happy with my current furry -mates situation, and, I dunno, I'm gonna stop on the way home and get some dinner someone else will be preparing for me. I can do that. I can do that and pay for my car and pay the bills and go ahead and get a new phone soon. Lots of things are good, and I'm learning what I like. I really am.
Of course you don't have to tell yourself stuff like this if there's not a current that feels otherwise. But, hey, it's still true. Lots of things are good.