Just like, except exactly opposite to, what I did last week, the following is a list of items I love.
Lilacs.
Campbell's Bean with Bacon soup.
Portobello Road.
Crying at movies.
My teddy bear.
Ginger beer.
Thick cream-colored paper.
Back rubs.
King Arthur.
Taking a cab home.
The first snow of the year.
Airports.
Creme fraiche.
The smell of Chanel No. 5.
Artichokes with melted butter.
Finding constellations.
Chipotle.
Foreign accents.
Stainless steel.
Very strong black coffee.
Castles.
Imagining.
The one night I dreamt I could fly.
Rousing pre-battle Crispin's-Day-type speeches.
The New York skyline.
Alphabetizing.
Royalty.
Swimming.
Down comforters.
The smell of wet concrete.
Hot showers.
Maker's Manhattan, up, extra dry, extra bitters.
Acting like a VIP.
Velvet.
Crushed ice.
My extra-finger scar.
Science fiction/Fantasy.
Brunch.
Violins.
Clean dishrags.
Apple Computer, with my entire heart and soul.
Decadence.
Epic adventure stories.
Maps.
Coarse sea salt.
New restaurants.
Dreams.
Thick hot chocolate.
Snowballs.
Purple shirts.
My Metrocard.
Really solidly hitting the baseball.
Herb butter.
Free time.
Finishing a book at 5 am.
Hotels.
Applause.
Hidden pockets.
Blue cheese.
Other cheese.
Witty repartee.
Dressing up.
High energy dance music.
and
England.