Right now my fingers are very cold. It is hard to type because I was just sitting outside where it is substantially colder than it should be. But I like that. Everything feels cool and fresh and airy.
Today has been made up of small pleasures. Waking up late - that's an obvious one. Knowing that today is a holiday and that I have done all my homework - definitely. Then finding an old book with lots of beautiful pictures and weird stories, and lying awkwardly in a leather chair with legs flung over the side and neck shoved at a right angle. One of those weird poses that are so bizarrely comfortable that you hope never to move again. Knowing that if you move half a millimeter, the comfort will be lost forever and then you are just awkwardly shoved in a chair, snapping every bone in your body.
Ripping up bits of paper to make bookmarks for cool things I read, that was nice. Finding odd things like a surrealist animation of Alice in Wonderland and a very disturbing short story about a man who has sex with his dog. Eating strawberries and marshmallows, sometimes together. Getting cold, so putting a blanket on my feet. Wearing a massive, unattractive jumper that I made in fashion class last year and would literally be big on atilla the hun. Half-listening to Jim Morrison's live concert in LA, which my dad is playing outside. Wearing silk harem pants from Camden Town.
I hope your pleasures are equally small. Or big, if that's what you like. I know there is an innuendo somewhere in that. Go for it, I guess.
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