For one, it's not sunny today anymore. I am probably weird that way, but I don't like sunny days in winter. Everything is so bright and clear, and I'm itching to go snowboarding when I can't, and my creativity goes into hiding because of the sun's glare. Grey, cloudy days make me feel pleasantly sad, and therefore set me in a writerly mood. Melancholy is the fuel of my writing.
Pleasant surprise number two was a letter. My grandma sent me a gift certificate for the hairdresser's. I have no idea why, but it's one of the most useful gifts my grandma has ever sent me. Everybody who knows me is aware of my slight hair obsession. And since I have a short haircut at the moment, I need to go cut it quite frequently or I just look hideous. So thanks, grandma.
Listening to mree right now, wonderfully mellow music...
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