Some days you wake up and you feel weird in ways words can’t describe, so you try to go on with your day like it’s normal—drinking an extra cup of coffee and indulging in your (slightly embarrassing) interests. And sometimes this doesn’t work. So you take an extra hot shower & try to sing, and you resolve yourself to journaling to get out whatever it is that’s in your chest. And so you put on a soft playlist and put your headphones in so you can surround yourself with nothing but the music. And it helps, sort of. And then you think tea will help. And when you’re boiling water, Gimmie Love comes on and tou realize the only solution to your weirdness was dancing alone around your tiny flat, and then you feel better.