You're always singing in my head
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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Thank you for being a reality check.
P.S. WATCH THIS.
"Keep it under your hat, old bean."
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I am watching at length and with sound on as soon as I am not at work!
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It's the BBC's Queers (2017), a kaleidoscope of the British queer century in eight short one-character plays, which came out last summer to great fanfare—there was a stage run at the Old Vic as well—and then I lost track of finding out whether it had ever aired in the U.S. because I lost track of most things in the second half of last year. It looks like it did, but more importantly it looks as though I can find the episodes on YouTube, which means I can now watch them and I will because did I mention BEN WHISHAW, WORLD WAR I?
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I should get on that. =)
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You're a wonderful human being.
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Aw. I try. I try really hard. (I am having a bum day, so thank you.)
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I'm sorry to hear about your day. You succeed.
*hugs*
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*swoons and thuds*
*arises, mopping drool*
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I LIKE YOU AND WANT YOU TO BE HAPPY
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