It's just perfect.
Today's the kind of day that makes me want to curl up in bed with a blanket and a cup of hot chocolate and write. It's the kind of day when I want to call all my friends and family and have long catch-up chats with them and tell them how much I love and miss them.
Am feeling a little wistful after a chat with hautemonde earlier about singing. Chats about singing make me wistful in general--not regretful, really; just wistful. And selfish, too--the diva in me wants my high e-flat back. Oh well. I can still sing "Vissi D'Arte" with the best of them, music degree be damned.
Maybe I'll finally be able to finish my chapter today. Maybe tomorrow I will wake up and the world will be right again. Maybe I will experience spiritual enlightenment and finally discover what it is I am meant to do with my sorry carcass. Maybe I will even get to see Harry Potter in the theatre again. white. a blank page or canvas. so many possibilities.