I wanna sleep next to you, but that's all I wanna do right now. And I wanna come home to you. But home is just a room full of my safest sounds

I told my mum that I was going to watch handball in twenty minutes. "Oh god," she responded. I think that's an accurate reaction to the person I become when I watch handball. My urge to break the tv has evaporated. However, I can't promise it won't appear again. Yesterday I cleaned my bedroom, cleaned my leather shoes and gave them a new coat of wax. Before that, I watched cross country skiing. It was a proper Sunday where I did all the things I wanted to do and had a pampering session. I even opened my book before bed. I woke up today, thinking that I'd get out of bed and get ready to head outside. Right. That didn't happen. Nope, I postponed it as long as I could. I spent some time drawing and painting. It's no secret that I love blue. And it's probably why I'm so in love with the Blue Neighbourhood albumcover. But I'm also in love with the song Talk Me Down. It was the first song I heard, and it was an instant favourite. I thoroughly enjoy the lyrics, and I spent last night before bed dancing around my bedroom to the song. I felt a bit like I was fifteen and giddy about life. It's kind of annoying to fall in love with albums so close to Christmas, because it means I'm not listening to Christmas tunes, and therefore not helping myself with the Christmas spirits. Anyway, I ended up getting out of the house around 6 pm. Only for an hour and half though. And by my pace inside the mall, you'd think I was going to run. Oh well. I need to go, because handball, duh.