Flipping great: Camping trip cancelled, so I'm stuck at home for the week, and my TV decides this is the perfect time to break down. Replacement parts don't arrive until next week. No baseball, no movies. It sounds fucking stupid, I know; but I've managed to keep myself out of unhealthy spaces by focusing on the little things that make me happy. This really could've happened when I was a little busier, which would have been almost any other week of the entire year. Fuck. Sometimes the little things make me crazier than the big things. In fact, they usually do. I'm going to the gym now to expend some anger.