I am grateful for two years of allergy shots, since now I can safely walk outside in the pollen-filled air free without clutching Allegra, Flonase, and Singulair to my sinuses to ward off autumn’s evils.
I am grateful for my job, which has given me a modicum of economic stability.
I am grateful for my friends, who have all offered their hands, cars, music, and decorating talents to help with my move.
I am grateful for my parents, who coming to visit for Thanksgiving.
I am grateful for the “like” guy in my office who reminded me that was happening, even though he wasn’t really talking to me and was super annoyed when I chimed in my excitement.
I am grateful for the white wine that I drank last night after having a not small anxiety attack over the giant check I gave my new landlord yesterday to hold my new apartment.
I am grateful for the beautiful day I can see out of the window that is kind of near my desk, even though it’s kind of cruel that a gorgeous day like this is on a Wednesday.
I am grateful for the mosquito that has been biting the shit out of me for the past week as I sleep, because I feel like together we are doing a science experiment on bug obesity.
I am grateful for the mouse I saw last night in my apartment; he reminded me to always be metaphorically on my toes and literally perched screaming on the back part of my couch.
I am grateful for cheese, which needs no further explanation.
I am grateful for Dido, because she wrote the song that gave me the title for this post.
I am grateful I never had to resort to light prostitution to pay for college, though I am thinking about going to grad school.
I am grateful for concluding sentences. The End.