This is bliss.

Sitting by myself at home; 8 pm. The there's a few random lamps on, I have a candle burning. I'm wearing comfy slippers. I just got back from a hard day at work. I blast Billie Holiday, and I sip chicken broth.

This is probably one of my happiest places.

One of her songs is titled "I'm a fool to want you" I bet Billie really meant in today's english "I'm effing retarded to even think about wanting you."

Thank you, Billie.

*sip*