Today is April 1st. No pranks, please. Thank you.
I stayed up rather late yesterday, alone in a strange house, reading one of my Tamsyn Muir paperbacks. They are a pleasant distraction, for some definitions of pleasant – I brought three of them. Just me, sitting up in bed, highlighter in hand, furiously annotating into the dark hours in the middle of the night. I did not cry, no sir, at any of the scenes which persist in being heartwrenchingly sad every time I read them, but I absolutely laughed, often, at the more amusing lines. The absurdity of laughing out loud, alone, at my own vivid hallucinations conjured from a stranger’s precise little marks on thin scraps of dead tree, when nobody is actually physically there to make me laugh, is always a little disorienting.
I’m afraid that my head aches quite badly this morning, which is my own damn fault. A meal of leftover pizza and a glass of root beer (a rare indulgence) is helping a little bit.
Still, I think I am feeling okay, overall. Might put in my earbuds and binge listen to an entire season of a podcast, later on. Will have to see.