Dear Tuesday, It's been a long day. The one thing that helped me survive the day was the flaky mini croissant I ate in the morning. I savored every bite of it, as you know how much I appreciate fine pastry. For me, comfort food has never been about devouring away my sorrows to no end. Instead, comfort food represents something that I could treat myself with once in a while at necessary moments. While I do loathe butter and avoid it whenever possible, I could never forsake butter croissants, and they approached me at the perfect time. 'twas delicious indeed.
Maybe my brother's Scrubs marathon attributes to the constant ringing of "I'm No Superman" in my head, but I resonated with the song more so today. Like J.D., I also narrate my life, and sometimes... a soundtrack plays in the background.
Well, I'm rather mellowed out tonight. Tuesday, you sure do know how to exhaust someone. I think I'll just fall fast asleep to an Autumn mix. Romantic, don't you think? I definitely smell Fall; gone is the musky Summer air. A certain briskness lingers now.
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Good night, 'murica. Good night, Tuesday. I guess I'll wake up to Wednesday then.
Love, Pristine Christine