Hello Again

The two families are gone travelling, so there are only six of us at home trying to revolutionize the atmosphere. Mom is the newly appointed kitchen deacon (shucks) so she's changing the kitchen around and it looks nice. I got inspired to clean things too, but there's not much I can do without constantly asking "where does this go?" and "do you think it might be a good idea, maybe, to possibly move these, maybe somewhere else...or not?"
So I feel pretty useless.
But happy.
I don't like feeling useless. But whenever something happens to me that I don't like, I find that I realize it really easily, and as a result it's much easier to be happy when something happens that really bugs me, as opposed to being happy when things are normal. Kind of like how there are more accidents on the big huge safe roads than there are on the winding mountain roads. Cause people are concentrating more and being more proactive in the dangerous areas.
End of psychological parallel. Gosh those are boring.
So we're listening to Recycled downstairs, and during Red, at the end of the verses Dad sings really loud "Waaarrrrniiiing", but it's usually something different like, "The future will not scare you".
Anyway.
I recently realized (and this is NOT a murmur) that I've lost my sense of humor. Since putting other things in my life above my sense of humor and my intellect and my sarcasm, I've felt it steadily decline to its current state, hilariously NOT FUNNY. What that means is the only way I can get people to laugh is by hysterically laughing at myself.
But it's great. I love it.

ENJOY YOUR WORK TODAY!!!