December 18, 2010 – Song 44

Sometimes I wake up with the taste of metal in my mouth. What the fuck happened while I was sleeping? Nothing I can remember, but there it is. The wrong side of the bed just junking up my whole day sitting on top of me like a million pounds of mean. And it feels like the past won’t just pass and I hate it. I hate the feeling and I hate the taste.

But then I remember. Although it always takes me a while. Usually, it’s not until after I’ve had some coffee and forced myself to do some other routine tasks. For example today, with the toothbrush still in my mouth, I said the word “Duh” out loud. It was a very glamorous moment indeed.

So what is this magical thing I remembered? It’s so simple that it’s basically nothing. All I have to do is think of the nicest thing I possibly can. That’s it. So stupid easy. Poof. Done and done.

This whole house is wired for sound. I can make music come out of the sky in almost every room. And it wasn’t my idea and I didn’t put the speakers there, somebody* else did. And it’s brilliant. And I have enjoyed them every single day I have lived here. It was without a doubt a totally genius thing to have done and I am so unbelievably grateful.

Every day I can, and do, listen to anything I want as loud as I want from anywhere. Yes, that’s right, even while I’m in the bathroom brushing my teeth. Lately, it’s most likely The Pretenders, but sometimes you know. WILDCARD!

*I’m sorry about my sense of humor. I guess it has always been a little bit inappropriate. But what else can I do? It’s the only one I’ve got. Song 44.

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