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Wake up in the morning feeling annoyed with yourself for every little thing... WHY.

Okay, I know I'll probably feel better after I've had my coffee, but ugh. UGH.

Think I just didn't get enough sleep. I stayed up WAY past bedtime because I got carried away with writing poetry.

This is not the first time this has happened.

It probably will not be the last.

I make terrible life choices.

Mundane moments of happiness☆

It's too late at night to do a proper entry, so -

☆ For three days in a row, it has been warm enough for me to go out without a hat on, nor mittens either. HOORAY!

☆ Today started badly, but it ended well, and that is always a blessing.

☆ My run this evening was very refreshing!

☆ I wrote something! Upside: it's Sigrun/Tuuri. Downside: it's poetry. End result: neutral. Well, I'll write something in prose with this pairing SOME DAY....

☆ I THINK I might be falling in love with Pablo Neruda's work. Or at least the poems I've read so far. I dunno man, he's really good. But more data is needed. <3

☆ Coming across people saying random nice things about you is always an awesome surprise.

☆ I am slowly coming around to developing a taste for plain black tea. Hooray!