I folded my towels and blankets today. Actually, I pulled out everything and refolded the sheets to make it more orderly. I am never orderly but today I'm trying to be. I put pressure on the folds such that it will press down and create layers of uniform thickness. Some sheets were plumpy so the thickness of the fold for each sheet is not the same as I want it to be, but that's okay. I think that's okay. I placed the blankets and beddings in one cabinet and I placed the towels in the bathroom rack wrapped in plastic to prevent dust.
Currently listening to Coldplay's Fix You - on rotation. It's the most beautiful song because Chris Martin is singing it for me. I've listened to it probably fifty thousand times, I swear. Coldplay does not do the best writing but this one of all their crappy songs -- no, of all songs written in this world, this one contains the most beautiful, moving lyrics and melody of all time. The guitar riffs in the ending of the song -- with no lyrics, just riffs -- makes me always cry with eyes closed and gives me goosebumps -- all the fucking time. I was trying to google what made Chris write this song and I found this, written by a fan: "i think the song is more about someone trying very hard to do things right in his life but somehow he can never be good enough (or so he feels). .... ["When you try your best, but you dont succeed; When you get what you want, but not what you need.."] he gets so tired of everything and feels in despair because it seems like everything he has done was in vain and sometimes he feels like giving up. but at the same time, he really hopes for someone or something to save him from giving up totally, or to guide him to somewhere where everything seems more familiar (..."lights will guide you home.."), and for someone to tell him that he can put everything right again.."
