What's more important. Being right, or being happy?

I need to keep my mind active. The boilers on ready for a shower and the washing up and floors are ready to be tended to.
I washed my dressing gown yesterday which I lpractically ive in and hasn't been washed for weeks. It had all sorts of weird smells and stains on. The curry stain was the foulest. But anyway, I smell like fucking roses now it's been rid of all it's previous sins.

I spent about 10 hours non stop of uninterrupted reading yesterday and by no means was that an exaggeration. Yes, the book I found so hard to get into ended up being one I couldn't put down. I hate how I am with books. I get so excited that I just want to finish it and find out what happens, then before you know it, dissappointment, because you wanted to make it last longer.

If I could be a character in a book, I would make myself a lot better. I would already be working in an office job and going out to lunches with clients. I would buy lots of things for my apartment and go to sophisticated wine bars of an evening. I would have a very comfortable amount of excess money to play with. Then I would have an affair with my boss, (he would have the partner not me) because in all my book i've read (Except 1) The bosses are ALWAYS so good in bed, so romantic, so handsome, and perfect for you. However it wouldn't work out, I would get over it pretty quick, but still have a warm feeling in my tummy when I thought about him.
I would then go with the average Joe (except he was not average at all, the only average thing about him was his income) that had been a male friend throughout the story, and we would end up living in a nice house and I would stay at home with our kids, but be friends with the neighbours and have dinner parties.
But this hasn't happened. I'm not in a book, and if I had thought about it a bit better, that wouldn't even describe who I want to be. I am happy being me, but I hold myself back.
I want to be successful, and there's plenty of time for that.
But for now, I shall go and do the mundane tasks of the day and fantasize about my apartment and tailored skirt suits.