regrets collect like old friends

i am watching harry potter and dumbledore is about to die and it is still sad enough to make my throat ache.

i've put aside being an adult this afternoon and have spent the past few hours on the sofa crocheting baby diaper covers and eating popcorn for dinner. there's something about saturday afternoons that call for strange food eaten in a particular order. i'm also convinced that saturdays call for no pants and afternoon naps, chasing maude with her father stick, sending off random texts to internet strangers, looking up recipes to dye popcorn kernels, and chortling madly at reddit links.

yes. saturdays should be like that.