I am very fortunate in that small (and inexpensive) things make me happy. For example, last night I waited until I was completely exhausted (I'm narcoleptic, pretty much I'm completely exhausted as soon as the drugs wear off for the day) and crawled into bed fully clothed (socks and cargo pants and hoodie and everything)... that always makes me so happy. It seems so indulgent to me to just give in and go to bed fully dressed, shunning all of my nice pajamas and the night-time rituals with the fancy soaps and lotions and toothpaste and stuff. Of course, I don't do it often and that's probably what makes it so novel...

Another one is that when I got a new cell phone (and a different carrier) over the holidays I never set up my voicemail account. I loathe speaking over the telephone, and I detest listening to voicemail... every time one of my friends or relatives admonishes me for "forgetting" to set it up yet I experience a significant amount of guilty pleasure, heh.

There are a million things like this, and the thing that I like the best is that I can recognize how much I enjoy them. *meanders off to take a fully-clothed nap*