It's cold enough to wear a jumper. I am listening to music and thinking about Christmas. I miss Robyn and want to do everything for her. The insides of my palms are particularly cold. I'm missing friends who are leaving, but at the same time I'm already excited about their return. I can smell chutney being cooked downstairs and I'm not hungry, but I want to taste it. It is dark, dark, dark outside and the light bulb's reflected on the window.
That is my entire status right... now.