i'll be your star, you'll be my sky

i am sick of that song. i have been practising it on the ukulele all day with no prevail. well, some prevail actually. i'm drinking tea from a tea pot and a little tea cup so i feel mighty fine. life is pleasant. naturally it's annoying, but annoying is pleasant. i found something out today that, even though it turns out to be true, didn't bother me at all, and it should have really. so i'm good.