My fortune cookie today says "YOU WILL BE SURROUNDED BY THINGS OF LUXURY."
My new apartment may be shabby, but I like it. Now that I'm away from my old roommate, I've got nothing to complain about except that my clippers are starting to leave railroad tracks on my head, the art I DIY'd for my living room wall is too damn small, and I still don't have health insurance.
Life is going pretty good, it seems. In fact, you can scratch the "pretty good" and replace it with "exceptionally well."