little things make me really happy. there is a very serious boy across the room from me, glasses low on his nose, buried in a book... something that looks extremely boring... like a training manual... that kind of boring. he might as well be in black and white. the entire room is silent except for the clicking of keyboards. a few minutes ago he pulled out the biggest bag of gummy worms i have ever seen.... and methodically ate the entire bag. it reminded me of a bansky painting.... like the only thing in the room that had any happiness/color to it was that giant bag of worms. they were almost glowing.