Every day of my life, I attend to a job I don’t care much about. I deal with people I don’t have much in common with. For two months straight now.
Oh I’m doing fine. Sometimes I sleep six hours straight because I was dead tired after working the whole day. That’s good, getting enough sleep… Also, I can pay my bills with a little more ease these days.
I am emotionally dead, though. That’s how I feel. And I miss my secret online literary life here. My few favorite sites/bloggers on FB, WordPress, Fox News, and many others. I have no time to read anymore.
I just have to write something tonight. And I should remind myself over and over to rely on music to feed my soul (I tend to forget when I’m too busy). My favorite songs never fail to resurrect the girl in me from a long time ago. That makes me…happy.
Yet I’m feeling sleepy…. so goodnight for now.
I was barely eleven when I fell in love with Paul Davis’ original masterpiece (this is live version).
My all-time favorite song to this day.