If I wasn’t full to bursting with dinner, I’d want some Powdermilk Biscuits. You know the kind, comes in the big blue box, gives shy folks the strength to get up and do what needs to be done.
Yesterday’s post was good. I had some faint idea about poor Lillie needing someone in her terrible life to be kind to her aside from Adrian. In a short story, you can have two people cling to one another and gloss over the fact that they had days when they were to the grocery store or days when they were in class and not everybody was just hatefully glaring at them. In a novel form, a bit more of a daily life does start to show through the gaps. And so these characters are starting to emerge so that Lillie has some support in her life. And since they’re so new new new, they haven’t really been sculpted or given a backstory, but it’ll be fun to let them play in the murky water of this miserable town.
I also finished, rather abruptly, Assassin’s Creed: Revelations. Of course, now I’m on tenterhooks to play the last one. I’m sure if I gave it even twenty-four hours my level of investment would be much less, but in the afterglow, I’m hungry for more of the game’s mythology. I know I also skipped a ton of sidequests, but, eh. I’d rather learn more about the underpinnings and ship Shaun and Rebecca some more than go climb buildings.
I ate a big dinner, had way too much Starbucks, am quivering in fear over work tomorrow as a result, but what the fuck can I do about it? Can’t not go. Can’t change the past. I need to practice the tapping which I’ve been avoiding because I think it works. And I’m a genius who is concerned about the way getting better looks rather than just…getting better.
I’m listening to Goo Goo Dolls’ Girl Right Next to Me, from Superstar Carwash – an important album of theirs to me back, way, way back in the day. Back so far that when Johnny Rzeznik sings about having dreams that are 23, I thought that was impossibly worldly and had the cache that now feels so ironic. I loved that band. Got high, more or less, for the first time after one of their concerts. I got dropped off at home and collapsed in the hallway giggling at one in the morning.
What comes next but Miss World by Kate Walsh. Pertinent lyrics: “Can I learn to speak boldly when I need to?”
And now, Nelly Furtado’s I’m Like A Bird. Another song I only would have heard about because we happened to get the Canadian MTV – MuchMusic on our satellite. Her voice can grate, but I always found this song compelling and I liked this album and bits and pieces of her follow up. I don’t really follow her.
“I’m like a bird, I only fly away.”
Trial by Fire – ThouShaltNot. My sister’s band that I don’t follow, but think are SO underrated. Clever, sharp wordplay, a bit darkwave, I guess, if I want to claim I know what that is, but bubbly and bouncy.
Music is good. Vital, even. And in it bears the story of my life.