You know those book hangovers when you wake up in the morning after finishing the book the night before and the FIRST thing you think about is the book, and then you have all these feelings still and you don’t know what to do with them, and no one around understands, and it feels like reality is still moving around you but you’re stuck in that book hangover and still cannot make yourself care about anything in the real world because FEELINGS.
It has been a wierd week.
All I seem to be thinking (
and dreaming) of is
(a) Coffee Bacon ( which is totally not as yucky as it sounds)
(b) Joy the Baker being my best friend
(c) aaaaaaaaaand little kittens.