I never thought I would say that I talk to my mother too much but lately it seems to be so. Today, she told me it/I was strange because I prefer to go to the movies alone. When I asked her why she thought that she replied with, "I don't know. I just always thought people who went to the movies alone had nobody who loved them." She meant well. That's just not the case though. I like wiggling in my seat and the lack of commentary. Plus I had just gotten off the phone with Amanda who would have gone to the movies tonight if I went with her but anyway. anyway. anyway. anyway.
I guess in general I do prefer being alone. Maybe more so lately than ever. Not in the depressing kind of way though. It's definitely not that. It's just as it is. I had a dream that my typewriter had a proper ribbon and the solid inky lettering was entrancing. There are so many hobby books I'll be picking up once summer comes around. They'll probably include attempting to master the perfect cupcake recipe as well as all the magical things you can make with a needle fabric and thread.