When I'm in a bad mood, I get all self-indulgenty, which is probably very bad for me, I know, but whatever.
Tea and toast. I don't think that anyone could ever accuse me of being an Anglophile, but I adore the idea of afternoon tea. I find it terribly soothing, and it's very important for me to have it when I'm in a rut.
Poetry. I usually don't like poems very much. Because my brain just hates processing their broken lines. (Sounds very dyslexic, I know.) But then sometimes there is nothing like a good heart-broken poem to add to the stupor. And my sister has a 100+ page Word doc with all her favorites, so they're easily accessible.
St Vincent. Her music I keep special for whenever I feel depressed, uber-romantic-for-no-reason, or like going on a killing spree. Her song What, Me Worry? is especially beautiful.
New books. I have come to the conclusion that reading is probably not very good for me. It makes me irritable and gloomy and I wants to slap anyone who interrupts me, obviously making my already bad mood worse, but I can't quit.
Reading celeb gossip and looking at candids. Haha, haaa, ha, tee, hee... DON'T JUDGE. I like it. Living vicariously through famous people, laughing at their ridiculous get-ups, deciding which celeb couple will stay together the longest and passing judgment on Katie Holmes' parenting skills. Utopia, for sure.
Izzies. I love these things soo much, and when I found out that Rite Aid down the street sells them for 99 cents? Well, now whenever I need to splurge a little, they're right at my finger tips!
Well. Today I have way too much to get done and not nearly enough time... So it's time to get up and face life. Wish me well.