The me of right now is very, very jealous of the me of fifteen minutes ago. You see, the me of right now is sitting here with itchy mosquito bites on both of my hands, and under my shirt strap and also on my left earlobe. The me of fifteen minutes ago, however, was walking around sipping a milkshake without a care in the world. The me of ten minutes ago was starting to make little slurping sounds when more air than milkshake would suck into my straw. The me of five minutes ago was making squeaky straw sounds while trying to get at the bottom bits of milkshake and cursing my not-quite-long-enough flexy straw. But even while cursing the straw, and while realizing I was but a few short sips away from having no more milkshake, everything was still good. The world was beautiful, and I had ice cream. Now I just have an itchy ear and a dull bellyache.