That is sort of how my mood is these past few weeks or so, despite the fact I caught a cold that was making me cough my lungs out (almost - still breathing, so there must be some left).
My elven mood is the antithesis of my gothic mood. Instead of wearing blacks and lusting after knives, I find myself listening and dancing to reels, waking up with a jump every morning, setting about every task with a smile, looking at the people around me with affection.
And I find myself missing the green. I miss trees. A good, quiet forest, a little trickling stream hidden somewhere in the undergrowth, the sound of wind in the leaves. Recharging.
Soon. Soon soon really soon spring is coming. And then, I'm off! Hurray!
*sings happily and loudly and dissolves into a coughing fit*
Fuck.
(yeah, this elf swears - a lot)
Oh, oh, here's a pic of what my ideal house is like, too!
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