I was actually better by, like, an hour after I got home from work. Damn this seasonal depression. Not that it's entirely to blame, but it certainly doesn't help.
Some things that have helped today:
1. I got to thinking about a few posts I want to do in the future. They involve lists. And will probably only be interesting to me. Oh well. I love lists.
2. I had a long talk with my dad at dinner about my time in France. It was pretty much the best part of my life, and brought up a lot of happy memories. This evening I got out my bag o' France memories. I have been meaning to make a scrapbook out of it, but I just keep...not doing anything about it. And it's been almost 4 years. But I'm really excited about it now, and hopefully it will actually turn into something. Also, I reread my journals I kept on that trip. Love. I want to go back. Anyway, I think the project will bring me much joy.
In completely unrelated news, I was listening to Don't Stop Believin tonight, and was reminded of what a fucking awesome song that was. I miss the days, before that song became so associated with pop culture, i.e. Glee and Rock of Ages. Now, I feel like rocking out to that song is just a Gleek thing to do. I just love the 80s, goddammit!
In other news, I am worried I may have ingested some poison today. I keep tasting black licorice, like, really strongly. Which I guess means poison to me.
I love lists. Especially your lists. I wish that you could write this blog in your handwriting. I miss when we used to write to each other in notebooks. I miss your schizophrenic handwriting.
ReplyDeleteI will look at your scraps of France. I said I would do the same thing about my trip to Italy. I am hopeful that you will get further than I.
Shit luck with the licorice. Try not to die before my wedding.