I’ve grown into the habit of watching a couple of episodes of Gilmore Girls over my morning coffee. I found that it eases one into reality quite smoothly, much more competently than real life does. I don’t think the luxury was ever offered in the first place.
I haven’t been able to talk much lately, a lot has been happening. And now that I can, I realize I don’t want to. Communication is overrated, if animals can do without it then it’s probably how the natural course of things meant for it to be. Where has evolution got us anyway? I don’t see felines waging war on canines anywhere.
And words to the wise, never underestimate the comforting powers of re-reading your harry potter book series. If there’s a handbook on how to reset your psyche, they’d be listed as #1.
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Did you read the bird's voice in a gruff wise-man one-toned voice like I did?
yes, I did. It was rather scratchy too.
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