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Yesterday I accidentally listened to Dancing Queen. The last time I listened to it, it was stuck in my head. For TWO STRAIGHT WEEKS. I woke up singing it again. It's such an irritating song to have stuck in my head.
Yesterday I hung up a picture and a small mirror in a corner that had been lacking decoration. It might be overdecorated now. The picture is a painting of an old man reading a book that I painted a while ago. It's an odd, strangely compelling work. He has a very small kitten sitting in his lap. He's smiling a little bit, suggesting that he's reading something funny or naughty. The mirror is on the wall perpendicular to the painting. I can see the man's reflection in the mirror from where I'm sitting at my desk.
Yesterday I hung up a picture and a small mirror in a corner that had been lacking decoration. It might be overdecorated now. The picture is a painting of an old man reading a book that I painted a while ago. It's an odd, strangely compelling work. He has a very small kitten sitting in his lap. He's smiling a little bit, suggesting that he's reading something funny or naughty. The mirror is on the wall perpendicular to the painting. I can see the man's reflection in the mirror from where I'm sitting at my desk.
