I do laundry.
I try to conjugate the word "faire" in French.
I'm cantankerous.
I read the Czech news and marvel about how little effect it has on my life.
I watch the snow fall and hear it crash off the roofs.
I eat molasses cookies.
I plot with hippies about how to create a humanity that runs on photosynthesis and nutella.
I get strong.
I watch my roommate shake her butt at me.
I pick my nose.
I listen to this song:
and let its ebullience let me fall in love with life
I discover a webcomic called "A softer world" and enjoy with impunity a sort of kitcshiness that was always gently scorned in my direct, pragmatic, dryly witty childhood home.
This is England, this is how we feel.
