I've just been sitting in Josh's chair, watching dawn break through the slats in the blinds, listening to "Hallelujah" by Rufus Wainwright and trying not to bawl my eyes out.
I either need to get a grip, get some sleep, or get some new music. There's just something about the tone of that song that makes me feel melancholy, like I should be curled under a blanket in a dark warm place while mulling over tiny sadnesses.