The 13th

I was all set to write a sad and bitter little epistle today - I've been having intense depressive panic attacks, and then stretches of feeling strangely fine. Let me advise you, don't plan to leave therapy and re-enter the internet dating quagmire at the same time.

But then. I watched something that finally caught up to me on my Netflix queue. The Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill. Not only was it a love letter to San Francisco - a picture postcard of the city that still fills me with a lightness and awe at its stunning beauty - but in the end, it was also a love story. And even mean old cynical me thought it was sweet.