I know I’m feeling better when I keep singing to myself—whether it’s a lovely song like “moon river, wider than a mile…” or a silly children’s song: “there’s a hole in my bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza…” or making up songs about what I’m doing at that very moment: “and now I’m typing on the computer and then I’m going to make dinner”. (Reminds me of the movie Elf: “I’m in a store and I’m singing!” haha)
My cold’s almost gone and I’m slowly pulling myself out of the funk I’ve been in for weeks.
I went to the library today which was wonderful because libraries are oh so lovely. And now I have more books to read. Yay yay yay.
When I was leaving, I exited out the door and there was a guy about to walk in. Right as I was walking through the door, he says, “thank you”, which was quite odd because I wasn’t holding the door for him. So basically he was thanking me for leaving. Thanks for leaving as I was arriving so we’re not in the library at the same time. That would be awful.
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wanderlustingthoughts said:
he just wanted to talk to your pretty face, duh!