Now it's...
11:30pm, with The Wall playing nice and loud, Comfortably Numb is going 'round for the second time (yes, there will be a third and maybe even a fourth, fifth and sixth. I love how my voice blends with this guy's. Man.) and I've got patchouli burning.
All I need to do now is switch All in the Family for Up in Smoke to be playing on the muted TV to complete the "atmosphere"Maybe turn off a few more lights and light a candle or two, too. Yeah, I've gotta work in the morning, but, fuck it, ya know? Some nights the beer just goes down so beautifully, tastes so damned good (and I'm not a big beer drinker either) and that's what this is like with Comfortably Numb right now.
I feel like I'm gorging myself on this because I didn't even realize I was hungry, let alone so starved for it.
(just started it over again...) GodDAMN, this song is incredible.
So's the whole CD, but, this song.... I really should do it karaoke some day. What I should really do is duct tape the speakers to my head and jack it all the way up. Oooh, the idea of doing that made me take a big, deep, cleansing breath. God, thank you that I get to live (one of) my life (lives) in this time of such soul healing music.
I get to be here, if I hafta be here anyway, when there's Pink Floyd, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Led Zepplin, Molly Hatchet, The Doors, Barry White, Chicago, Bread, Stevie Ray, The Who, BOC, Bad Company, Clapton, Bowie... even Roger Miller. If it wasn't for all of this healing energy, this soul restoring vehicle in which to explore the depths of my mind, soul and self and feel so completely safe and comfortable in knowing it's gonna bring me out the other side safely, I seriously doubt I'd be alive still.
It's never let me down. It's taken me to places I didn't know existed except for the howling pain. Took me to them, led me around in them, showed me they were all beatable (eventually) and brought me back out in one piece, usually.
Maybe tearstained and a little shaky, but safe and (mostly) sane. I can remember once when I was a teenager, in my room, blasting Queen, "Under Pressure", and it made my Dad take notice. I remember him going out of his way to ask me if I was okay and really meaning it, concerned because of what the song says.
He was so loving and right to be concerned...
But, I was okay.
Mostly. (Okay. I've played Numb two more times. On to The Show Must Go On, another simply beautiful song, lyrics notwithstanding, though even they speak to me.) Okay.
My plan here is to clean, do wash, do dishes, make this place as near to perfect as I can in the next 5 or so hours.
Then, go to work, hit the store on the way home, get something decent for dinner, cook it, then probably pass out, though I need to go use the shit I bought earlier today on the horses.
Shit like hoof strengthener, fly spray and arthritis/ligament shit. Actually, I can do that part after day breaks.
That'd be better for them and me. Oh and the duck I mentioned before?
Wanna guess what I named him? *Jeopardy theme* No.
Not Donald. Donny. Yes, as in Osmond. Donny Duck. He's doing really good, too. He's eating both the bread I gave him and the duck feed and he swims around in his little Tupperware container and does the duck thing where they stretch up and flap their wings and wiggle everything. Only he's only got two tiny little yellow flappy things, not even wings yet, so it's even cuter. Just what I need.
*rolling eyes*
This makes the second "duck in an aquarium" I've had in my life. I suppose next I'll be installing a(n) (o)possum behind the toilet. Somehow, I don't think Eric would be as cool as Dad was about that.
If you take the fact that Dad doesn't scream like a girl and run at the sight of a snake and that he merely shrugged at and said "Hi" to the first "possum behind the toilet" I had and extropolate from that to Eric freaks over snakes, I can see him running straight through the closed bathroom door, leaving a perfect template of himself behind in whatever might remain of the door, should a possum turn up behind his toilet. Guess I oughta take a pass on that then.
Or put a note on the door if one does find me. Oh man.
Here comes Hey You.
Again.
Another good song, but... wha? Oh, that's why.
This whole CD started over.
Duuuh.... Guess you can tell that Pink Floyd and patchouli ain't all that's goin' on here, huh?
*giggle with a *ding* as the halo appears*
Well, anyway... I suppose I oughta get started.
Plus, Numb is playing again (deep contented breath) and after it's done, I wanna catch it and trade for Dark Side for a while. Oh and yeah... y'all have got to see this.
It's my new desktop background. Peace
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