music: "The Shining," Badly Drawn Boy
I have a dreadful pressure headache, but it's alright because I'm sitting here in comfortable clothes, drinking tea and listening to the most soothing music.
I went tonight to return the videos we'd rented over the weekend, and driving alone at night, on empty streets, made me so nostalgic for summer '02. That really was an amazing summer. I used to get in the car somewhere around 10 and just drive.. for two or three hours. I'd buy a cup of coffee, of course, at my favorite gas station, and then wander the roads. I liked to drive by my friends' houses, not to spy on them but to be comforted in either knowing they were at home or smiling to myself when I found their cars.. well, other places. I didn't want their company during those hours, I just wanted to think about them, contemplating the ghostliness of their dark, empty cars and their cozy, softly-lit brick houses. I guess my house wasn't ever cozy to me, and I craved the comfort of it.
And god was that coffee good.