I read two books, watched three and a half movies (technically one and a half were rewatches), and made myself a couple of meals. I did not burn down the kitchen when the rice pudding caught on fire. I did not go outside in the intermittently freezing rain, either. I listened repeatedly to Loma's "Black Willow," a song I am finding almost apocalyptically haunting, and interspersed it with O'Hooley & Tidow's "Gentleman Jack." I petted cats. I expect I will need to spend tomorrow working and I resent it because I would rather be writing about movies, but as an experiment in aggressive self-care, I think this weekend was actually great. It was not uncomplicated. I would like to have slept more. I would like the inside of my head to feel safer and it feels much less safe whenever I am doing something that I enjoy. It was worth it. I guess I should tell the doctor.
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- 1: 'Cause they will run you down, down to the dark
- 2: Cider and some kind of smelling salts
- 3: I'm a mercenary soldier and we all look the same
- 4: Comes a river running wild that will create an empire for you
- 5: All of my ghosts are my home
- 6: Through crime and crusade, our labor it's been stolen
- 7: It's two in the afternoon and thirty-four degrees
- 8: You think one plus seven seven seven makes two
- 9: J'm'installe sur le rivage pour te voir mon gros gars t'éloigner vers le large
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