music memory

Things have changed so much since then that I sometimes question my memories. Relationships have evolved, people have come and gone, noone lives there anymore. But every once in awhile something takes me back there with a feeling so tangible it seems I am looking into that time all over again.

And then I miss you.

odds and ends

I was tired last night to the point of pain but still, when confronted with the decision between sleep and wanting to see people, chose the people. I should have stayed home. Not because the people weren't swell. They were and are and I love them dearly. But because I really needed the sleep... which is evidenced by the fact that I was a) really bitchy and b) actually afraid I would fall asleep at the wheel after dropping off my passenger. I didn't. Barely. (sorry for the bitchy)

I am now sore deep in my muscles in that way where they feel heavy throughout the day. I actually really like that feeling. And I love this part of summer that much more for including it.

I have recruited more members for the cult. I love it! (It's not really a cult. Don't worry.)

I am insane. Insane for taking on yet another thing when I can't currently keep up with the rest. But this thing may involve money and does involve fun with people I don't see often enough so again with the insane. Whatever. You'll get plenty of slep wen you're dead... or something like that.

Good thing I have all this new found energy due to the whole not dying thing eh?