We are spending a very cold evening (23 degrees with wind) watching a very sappy movie (August Rush). And I find myself on the verge of tears - and feeling pretty stupid about it since it is a truly formulaic, fantastical movie.
But it reminds me how a good a good cry can feel, espcecially when you don't think you really have anything to cry about except missing your good friend. Which you really should not cry over since she is all safe and sound. Here' s looking forward to return dates!
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