I'm cheered up too easily.

Earlier today i was freaking out and my making someone tired of me and not in the best mood.
All of sudden, I find my dad's old rollerblades in the garage. I skate around my garage and backyard for a couple minutes. But I am still out of cigarettes. Then I go upstairs and pick up an old pack of camel 9 menthols i thought was empty. It still had 5 cigarettes in it.

This is almost the best day ever.