Do you fantasize that you are singing to people when you listen to music? Well, I do, I always have. I want to sing to people, ease their pain, make them happy. No wonder singing is such a high-pressure situation, it comes so fully loaded with expectations...and yet such a perfect joy when it goes right
Anyway, I crashed at 5:00, although I could have stayed up longer. I wanted to feel like I wasn't missing anything. I wanted to see what happens when I'm not looking. You know what happens when you're not looking? They show awful repeats of Grace Under Fire.
Woke up at 8:30 to see Monkey Fella off to work, and then napped some more til about noon. I feel like a college student on winter break, replete with this comforting black cloud of romantic sadness around my shoulders--I know not whence it comes.
Sent an article query to Yoga Journal and came up with a concept for my new book. I'm also on the case trying to obtain some books for my bibliography.
Now I need to prepare for the rest of my day. Eating real food would probably be a good start.
In my early-morning stupor I made the mistake of reading this from start to finish. Can anyone explain to me what that is? Cuz it ain't journalism, it ain't a movie review, it's just pure hate. I'm not a Julia fan, either, but what's this guy's problem?
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