my fingers rest poised on the keys waiting for words to fall from them. today there doesn’t seem to be much falling at all. professionally or personally. i’m tired and hiding behind my big, sad eyes. it’s one of those days where i just don’t feel comfortable. of course we can totally blame it on exhaustion. i’m tired. i haven’t gotten to bed much before 2:30 a.m. since about saturday. daylight savings can suck it.
tonight i swear that i’m going to bed before 11:30. i hate when i get all tired and bratty like this. and that’s all that it is.
i’ve taken to writing down random song lyrics in my calendar, because i used to write down funny things people i know say, but they haven’t been so funny lately. well, except when julie said “there’s a fine line between sophisticated and cheesy.” but that might have been a you had to be there moment.
in other news i’ve decided to only take one pair of shoes to milwaukee and chicago, which is in NINE days. are any of you darling ones from chicago? are you going to see st. paul westerberg preach his gospel the heathens?
also, i don’t seem to want to listen to anything except neal diamond today. he might be neil diamond, i’m too lazy to look.
It is for sure “nEil” rather than “Neal” but for some reason when I hear his name I always picture it as “Kneel Diamond”. My first ever boyfriend was Steve Diamond. He had a sister in law that named her son Neil. This was ghastly to me because of course his last name was Diamond. After that event I used to kid Steve that I was going to have a little girl one day and name her Jaded. Jaded Diamond. Nice…eh?
But we didn’t get married…I said no and married a jerk instead.
Ahhhhh and all of this brought to the surface because of your blogginess today….the power we have on others…
p.s. do you know any Steve Westerberg’s? If I had met one of those I woulda said yes so I could have a son and name him Paul. That’d be totally cool.