nothing beats taking a hot shower after getting drenched. i feel like a marshmallow now.
*hugs pillow
i've soft music playing in the background. dimmed lights. a silent neighbourhood. and the quiet lavender scent. if there's a mug of hot milo to warm my hands and stomach with, that would be even better.
dawn, thanks for the card and the portrait. love it!
suddenly whether or not i get a new violin case for christmas, or whether i get my money back (not that they ever matters) became meaningless. it's quite stupid of me to feel so sad about it; i dont even know her name. but it must have been a nightmare. and i pray she wakes up from it really really soon.
after all these, i wonder why i didnt take up nursing instead.
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