I’m unjustifiably grumpy today. Maybe it’s the lack of sleep, or the hours of cleanup after angsting jealous Todd, or the lack of three-day weekend, or cleaning out old files including photos from past relationships or apartments (they weren’t bad necessarily but god how did I live; maybe seeing how much more myself I’ve become should cheer me up?), or just the impending doom of a birthday reminding you time is passing while you’re still trying to sort out wtf you’re doing on the planet.
Not even music or chocolate or celebrating with friend of 20 years born one day earlier (all generally reliable mood boosters) could lift my spirits.
But then I suddenly craved Into the Woods and knew it would do the trick. Nothing like a syncopated vaguely apocalyptic filial/parental failure musical to brighten your day while cooking the week’s dinners. Worked like a charm. I feel like crying but also way better.