I just smoked my last cigarette while drinking a beer and sitting by a window in my apartment. Life is good. Tomorrow, I have a 10 hour shift at work which will be followed by unpacking and organizing, despite the fact that I do not have a dresser. Or a desk. I do have a bed, but I forgot to buy a pillow... whatever, I have an apartment and a degree, I refuse to be sad! I am in fact quite hopeful about life right now. I think I'll go to bed, before this pleasant feeling can dissipate.