I was at a law firm wine and canape thing tonight, and while I sat there and looked around a room of people wearing nearly identical suits and sober, obsequious expressions I thought to myself: "I will soon be a responsible adult with a real job." And I admit, it kind of made me happy.

Then I read the paper and became angry.
Then very quickly contemptuous.

It's lucky the prospect of regimented uniformity and life as a corporate worker bee makes me happy, otherwise life would just be full of grinding teeth and burst blood vessels.