Undated.

I was at work tonight doing a credit card transaction and waiting for the card to be approved, staring at the little screen on the stupid machine and watching the line of dots grow as I waited. The guy whose card it was suddenly said, "Are you happy?" I replied with the first thing that came to mind: "Probably." It's the worst idea to ask me that when I'm idly contemplating how many cumulative years of my twenties I've spent staring at little screens, and regretting.