Ever notice that during those brief moments of living when everything is right - the universe is not tilted at a funny angle, the cheese is within reach, and the smile on your face is neither forced nor psychotic - you then start searching for something to be wrong? Because something MUST be wrong at any given time. Am I happy? Completely satisfied? Then something is amiss! Must find the thing, fret over it, fix it, kick it in the head for good measure, and then move onto next thing.

And no, I haven't added Spencer Johnson to May's Booky Goodness. But now that I've gotten past an unfounded hatred of Dr. Phil, maybe I could expand my self-help repertoire ...