Today I'm feeling sorry for myself. That means comfort food (Skittles, crisps, cheese, hot sauce), comfort drinks (vodka, Pepsi Max, apple juice; not as a cocktail), comfort movies (Howl's Moving Castle, Donnie Darko, Chef), comfort activities (sorting my cable pouch, writing my journal, noisy music, OP-1, window shopping).
The problem with feeling sorry for yourself, and knowing what makes you feel better, is that it can become an excuse to over-indulge on a bad mood instead of confronting the reasons for it. That's where my journal comes in handy.
TW: Spiders. I mean it, if you don't like spiders, or invasive spider imagery (and I know there's at least one of you Aegir), skip this.
For the last week-and-a-half, I have had a constant crackling in my right ear. You know that sound where you pour milk into a puffed rice cereal? I have been able to hear that sound for over one week. Headphones, background noise; irrelevant. I can hear it above everything.
Last night, I woke up at around 3am because I had a dream, that I had a dream, and woke up with a huge spider's nest in my ear. I may never sleep again. So very many spiders.
I feel like I'm losing my mind. The doctor is obviously not worried because it's taken nearly two weeks to get an appointment but I swear I will never eat Rice Krispies again, and I will kill every spider I ever see.
If this is a new type of tinnitus (yes I Googled my symptoms. Sue me) I don't know what I'm going to do.
I didn't realise how much I'd missed having a cat in the house until we had a cat back in the house. It just feels right to live with a cat again.
I've just seen a car with a vent clip for McDonald's sauces and I haven't been so disappointed by something I definitely want to own since I discovered Lynx makes a car air freshener.