Chicken Noodle Soup.
No, not the books (though they're okay). The food. Good ol' fashioned chicken noodle soup. It's my belief that it can make anyone anywhere feel better.
Just like grilled cheese sandwiches (tomato soup optional), as well as hot chocolate.
Some people say ice cream, but I'm more of a cheesecake kinda girl. And besides, ice cream makes my teeth hurt.
It seems I've been conducting an unintentional experiment (yay me?) on how to feel better. My findings thus far?
Relying on friends: only works if your friends are reliable.
Distractions: great if you can find one. They tend to not last long though.
Comfort foods: so far they've got a perfect record.
Shopping: maybe its the time of year, but so very NOT relaxing
Music: again, maybe its the time of year, but everything seems so... fluffy... I don't want fluffy music
Physical activity: ... I've yet to actually work up the energy to do anything. I want to. I have that itch where you just want to get up and do something (in my case, its hit something), but I just can't be bothered.
Art: ... so not inspired...
Booze: see 'friends'. I do not enjoy drinking alone, and even with friends I don't like drinking to excess.
What does this have to do with anything?
Nothing at all!
I just wanted to say that I like chicken noodle soup...
And hot chocolate... mm, hot chocolate...
That was a good bowl of soup I had too... I want more...








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They call it solipsism... He would never be capable of seeing himself as one thread in a tapestry. He was the universe, and all the rest of us were his fantasies, to be killed or not, as he saw fit...
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They call it solipsism... He would never be capable of seeing himself as one thread in a tapestry. He was the universe, and all the rest of us were his fantasies, to be killed or not, as he saw fit...
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They call it solipsism... He would never be capable of seeing himself as one thread in a tapestry. He was the universe, and all the rest of us were his fantasies, to be killed or not, as he saw fit...
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