skittles and beer
Sometimes I worry about my lack of ability to maintain a good depressive funk. Things were _wrong_ yesterday, and they are not yet fixed, and so I should still be bothered by them. But it is really and truly spring this morning, and it had clearly just rained but was not raining on me as I walked to the subway, and I did not have to wear my heavy coat, and the shirt from the random, random shopping on Monday turns out to go quite well with the Mary Tyler Moore jacket. Yay, happy.
It is convenient being frivolous.
It is convenient being frivolous.