It is an important day tomorrow.
We’re moving forward, inexorably, relentlessly, almost painfully.
But it’s still forward.
Now, if only we could get this whole separation of church and state thing worked out.
It is an important day tomorrow.
We’re moving forward, inexorably, relentlessly, almost painfully.
But it’s still forward.
Now, if only we could get this whole separation of church and state thing worked out.
I haven’t been out of the house to see if anything’s different. This is the first outing, but I’m not downtown, so I don’t expect much.
Heading the exact opposite of downtown, in fact.
I just don’t really know what to think about the whole event. History is unfolding, yes, but I can’t help but be sort of removed.
I’m actually more concerned about how cold it is outside.
The strangest thing.
You close your eyes.
You lose consciousness.
And when you wake, you think everything is okay just because you woke up in your own bed, and everything is familiar. Nothing strange about passing out for six to eight hours because you were, “sleeping.”
So strange.
Right now the pull of sleep is dragging me, pulling me ever closer to the sweet embrace. My lids are heavy, leaden.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been this sleepy and for some reason, I just want to fight it.
I’m having hot tea, but it’s just a warm, beverage that does nothing for my alertness. The cold chills, saps any vivacity I may have had.
Man. Maybe I should just go to bed already.
Starring Radiohead’s Creep!
Although I don’t know if I can really call it practice if it’s four chords.
Easy ones, at that. Well, take a listen.
Inspired, of course, by watching Amanda Palmer do it.