i keep waiting for the universe to send me the bill. like, okay, you got a little happiness there, time to pay up in existential dread. i've already got my credit card ready. I used to think that way, like happiness was a limited resource, and if I had some, someone else had to be missing out. Now I just figure the universe has a REALLY screwed up accounting department, and I'm probably already paying for something I haven't even done yet.