I’m having a Blue Day; something that’s not happened in quite some time. (Think the last Blue Day I had was in March.) There’s nothing to be done about it which I’ve not tried to do already. I’ve always kept myself busy as sort of a general rule of thumb about how I want to live my life…and when I sense the coming onslaught of a Blue Day, I usually work doubly hard to be even more busy than the norm (hence the mania of posts and energy as of late).

This time it’s not worked, and so here I am firmly entrenched in my Blue Day. Weather seems to agree with my mood as it is pissing rain, cloudy and cold. Seated in Bridgehead earlier today, I had to control myself so as to not cry into my latté. I made it to the washroom and sniffled quietly away as I reapplied my lip-gloss.

I’ve already watched the entirety of Season 6 of Lorelai & Rori and have nothing warm to cozy up to this night. Mum’s in Dubai for the next three weeks and although I have the full of 24 hours a day to do anything my heart desires, I have no desire to do a thing.

It’s moments such as these when I wish a boy would close the world, pull me in, cover me up and tell me everything was going to be ok.

Bet you have never had me pegged for such a completely foolish romantic.

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