When You're Tired and You Can't Sleep...

I felt pretty ungrateful the other day.

I was feeling really sorry for myself because I couldn't afford to buy tickets to see Sufjan Stevens. I heaved heavy sighs and everything. And then I realized that Vampire Weekend will be here on the 2nd and I can't afford that show either. Again, I threw a pity party and invited no one.

I decided to put things in perspective:

I have a roof over my head.

I have food to eat.

I have decent clothes to cover my nakedness.

I have family and friends ready and willing to help me move.

I have more books than I need.

I have more movies than I can watch in a month. (Maybe I should calculate that. It'd be interesting to know if it's true.)

I have a computer way fancier than I need. Heck, I have a computer, which isn't a "need" at all.

I have a cell phone to keep in touch with the people I love.

I have two legs to walk me to and from bus stops, and public transportation to get me where I need to go.

I have a freakin' iPod, for crying out loud. I can listen to Sufjan Stevens and Vampire Weekend all the time if I so choose.

What in the world am I complaining about? All of my needs are met and most of my wants satisfied. Count your blessings, Sarah. Count 'em.