Happy List
Blondie.
Bargain biscuits.
The new-but-eye-friendly graffiti already installed on the walls of the sky-blue subway.
Sun.
The realisation that my favourite jeans no longer stay up without the help of a belt.
A Braeburn apple.
The mere idea of making positive lists of things to do other than sitting around and staring at my phone miserably.
Achey muscles from the gym yesterday.
The realistic but positive virtual proddings of a pollinated Coffee Bean. Which helped enormously.
Rediscovering an old best friend at the supermarket, and whispering "March, through to ... booblyboo" into her ear. And watching her laugh into the apples she had been arranging.
The MIRACULOUS (and grumpy) recovery of someone very very very very far away.
An accumulation of the above, but especially the last four things, are what me smiley today. One encouraged me to jump around the house shouting Oh my GOD! Yes!! at my mother, who looked scared, but smiled anyway. I have seen the merit of looking on the bright side, and of restricting thoughts ...
It WILL be just 3, not 19 + + + ;)
Later. This past week has been the longest week in existence. A little part of me wants to throw myself into the deep end of revision and work and never resurface, at least not for a few months. Despite my lists, I can't think of a way to pass the time happily, apart from going to bed and reading and reading. Like I did yesterday afternoon. Buried myself under covers and read half a book, another half, one and a half, until my eyes hurt and my brain felt foggy. This is the twelfth time tonight that I have listened to Finley Quaye's Dice.
Bargain biscuits.
The new-but-eye-friendly graffiti already installed on the walls of the sky-blue subway.
Sun.
The realisation that my favourite jeans no longer stay up without the help of a belt.
A Braeburn apple.
The mere idea of making positive lists of things to do other than sitting around and staring at my phone miserably.
Achey muscles from the gym yesterday.
The realistic but positive virtual proddings of a pollinated Coffee Bean. Which helped enormously.
Rediscovering an old best friend at the supermarket, and whispering "March, through to ... booblyboo" into her ear. And watching her laugh into the apples she had been arranging.
The MIRACULOUS (and grumpy) recovery of someone very very very very far away.
An accumulation of the above, but especially the last four things, are what me smiley today. One encouraged me to jump around the house shouting Oh my GOD! Yes!! at my mother, who looked scared, but smiled anyway. I have seen the merit of looking on the bright side, and of restricting thoughts ...
It WILL be just 3, not 19 + + + ;)
Later. This past week has been the longest week in existence. A little part of me wants to throw myself into the deep end of revision and work and never resurface, at least not for a few months. Despite my lists, I can't think of a way to pass the time happily, apart from going to bed and reading and reading. Like I did yesterday afternoon. Buried myself under covers and read half a book, another half, one and a half, until my eyes hurt and my brain felt foggy. This is the twelfth time tonight that I have listened to Finley Quaye's Dice.
kiwiqueen - 17. Apr, 18:53
