We don't care about the young folks.

I am happy enough.

With one ill-fated test behind me and two ahead of me. I am happy.

With one math class and 4 semester's left at a school where I can't really feel comfortable. I am happy.

I have dirty hair and dirty clothes and a dirty room and, I am happy.

I have work and babysitting and sleeping and sniffing and blowing my nose and wiping my nose and coughing and sneezing and I am happy.