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I often wish life came with theme music, at least theme music one could hear just for oneself. Perhaps I should endeavour to get theme music into my head...but I'd rather have a score written for me and take my cues from it. Without some sort of pleasantly celebratory music (not in the sense of drumrolls and cymbal clashes and brass, but in the sense of strings with solid long chords in bass and violin/viola and perhaps jigs and such on recorder and violin) the end of my last final was quite anticlimactic. Also, there was no sad theme music for saying goodbye to Lily this morning, and it was nice to talk to her and her blockmate, but I didn't feel sad when we left, only do a little now and will more later. The significance of these things hits later, when there isn't something to aid the emotions, and it would be nice to feel things at the right time--at least the happy moments. (I *was* happy, though; I got the Pick Yourself Up dance (Rogers&Astaire) stuck in my head, and was doing the setting step to myself on the way down. But it didn't quite work for the occasion, and wasn't exciting.)