(Well, fine, if you want to be specific, it was yesterday I actually decided it)
I decided to take myself on a date.
I wore a fun outfit...
...Saw this film...
...Spent some time with this guy...
...While enjoying some of this.
I felt a bit uncomfortable and little strange spending me time with myself,
But I felt the same way when I started doing yoga, and I've discovered that the only way to get used to it and to be able to appreciate the benefits is for me to make myself do it repeatedly until it's comfortable.
Perhaps once a month I'll treat myself to something nice.
At least until I stop feeling so exposed and guilty about it.
It's a bit silly, really: there's hardly anything selfish in enjoying the cinema and then reading poetry over tea and a perfectly baked croissant.
So why do I feel like I've broken some sort of rule?
All that to say...
I've never cried so much at a movie in my entire life,
I love to drive on rainy days,
E E Cummings is marvelous company,
and that raspberry cream cheese croissant was wonderful.