Enlightenment!
I thought my life was great because I have good classes and friends and a girl I like to kiss who kisses me back. I thought I loved life because today I worked a teleprompter on a live news broadcast and did not completely ruin the show.
I was wrong.
Life was miserable and nothingful until tonight, when I learned I have not one but TWO wenises. How can I ever be sad again?