Number one unhappifying force in the world--give it up for the 'rents!
I need to get out of this house more often. I have this perfect image of me frolicking in the meadows on a sunny day, picking daisies and sunflowers while I'm at it. I'd lay down my red and white checkered blanket and have a picnic, complete with picnic basket and hot girl. There'd be a cool breeze, and I'd eat to my stomach's content, falling afterwards into a deep sleep. When I awake, I realize I'd never actually left my cold, dark cell. I would then continue my reading of East of Eden. That Adam Trask, he's one crazy fellow! Ho boy! Ho.
Seriously though. Pizza? Pirates? Tennis? Anything?