A horrible secret

Sometimes I get in a mood where I want to drag the tv into my room, get into bed  (dragging the cat in with me), watch a romantic comedy and cry.

Yes, it’s wrong. Yes, it makes me feel dirty to even write that.

I have no idea why I get these moods.  But I’ve been feeling melancholy yet oddly energised today. An odd little individual washing clothes and tidying dishes while listening to Zoe Keating’s (yes, I know I’ve mentioned her a million times before, but she’s incredible) Cello x 16.

Also, there are no cookies in my house. This makes me sad.

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