Going through my nightstand or my dresser drawers would have been creep-level behavior. Desk drawers are within the realm of no big deal. So, it's fine, really. Assuming you didn't also go through those things...

You're not expecting a psychoanalytic report, are you? Because I'd just overthink it and end up saying nothing that I really meant (Wittgenstein, inaccurate picture of my own meaning, etc.) The Bonnie Raitt one is sort of a pallet cleanser, honestly. The last verse is my favorite. Something to Talk About is the only song of hers I'd ever heard before and this is better. That's the halfway point between the me songs and the you songs, right?

Good, more than bad. Although I tend to think all emotions feel good, in some way.