It rains. It is 10am on a Saturday and I have already been out for a good hours practice of Chopin on the cherch piano, and back home again, and changed my clothes. The remainder of my fish is trying desperately to get my attention from it's location on the hot stove. I have taken don't-get-sick pills, as my physiology is considering entertaining a cold. My electic blankit is on, and I have a hot water bottle. The flatmates sleep. I want to sleep more.
I am playing http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JzIK5FaC38w&feature=fvsr. Do give your brain this experience. It will make your soul a lovely place to dwell, and then who knows who will come reside in your soul with you?
I have been trying to finish my three litre bottle of milk as i bought another one yesterday [it is $1.70 a litre - how could you not? that's like pre-2000 prices.] and it is not welcome in the fridge due to its size. Luckily Dunedin is already well into it's 9 month wynter and the milk is happy on my bedroom floor.
Thus I have been consuming vast amounts of hot millky milo, and consequently drowning in serotonin.
It is lovely.
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