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As per last post, I hate talking about art in front of art. That's all.

Today was slushy and cold and the perfect example of my expectation of London winter. I had taken advantage of the sunlight for too long. In the mood of grey, I've been feeling nostalgic to the point of exaggerated. I'm creeping up to the five month mark and I do miss many perks and people*.

*Chris and I are listening to the radio and a particular song just came on and he brought up the point that yes, it's a good song but it's always played during dramatic or romantically dramatic points in television and film. I thought it was perfectly suited for my typed words.

These blogs are total malarky aren't they???