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I swore last night that this day I would walk, I must walk, I don't care how cold the dawn was going to be, I would get out. But it didn't even dawn. It rained and then it snowed and it stopped and melted and cried, wait no that was me. I miss everything so much. I miss the light.

But! I'm all better now, you see. I tell myself that. I had cookies and cocoa and am thinking of playing the piano because I haven't for days and days. The Pathetique still sits there glaring, it would kill me to put it away and it would kill me to play it - but at least for now I know I need something else, I need lively and up and cheery and pretty or I will go even more crazy than I am. And I think I know just the thing.