It kicks like a sleep twitch. I just been listening to a few songs on repeat, yesterday and today.
I listened to The Xx for the first time two days ago with GF on NPR and really liked them so I’ve been playing Crystalize and Angels alternately three times, and then Anyone’s Ghost and Conversation 16 by The National, and then Crystalize and Angels again, and then Papillon by The Editors just to mix it up.
Most of the time I write in silence or else I’ll start to put in lyrics of the songs because I just can’t help it. But I played this little playlist like 10 times yesterday before work and I’m on my way to doing the same thing today.
And I’m doing almost exactly what I did yesterday.
And it’s awesome.
I’ve been really sore from riding my bike to work and apparently a lot of the pain has to do with the bike being too big for me. I’ll let you figure out the metaphor in there.
But other than the fact that it hurts to bend over, working at the bar has been pretty cool. I do have to suppress my ego like a mother fucker as people treat me like a non entity, both on the road and at the bar, but that’s a good exercise anyway.
I finished reading Blown Away by Caitlin Kelly a couple days ago. I meant to get up early today so I could get some reading in but I went to be at 2:30 and just slept through all my 9:30 alarms. I wouldn’t have gotten up if American Express hadn’t called me at 10:30. Thanks guys!
I got enough money this paycheck to almost pay the rent, so that’s good.
I made an omelette with chicken sausage and cheddar and peppers and it made me want to throw up, so that sucks.
I’m going to make some coffee soon, that’s going to be sweet, in a non-literal way.
I’m about halfway through my second reading of Great Expectations. It’s good.
I don’t know, in this part of time I’m feeling less realistic and literal. I feel like expressing my emotions and ideas at this moment all comes out in absurdist bullshit or song lyrics. Fuck it I’ll just go with it for now. It’s working okay anyway.
Live on coffee and flowers.
Sometimes the most accurate way to express yourself is thorugh someone else’s lyrics or seemingly absurd bullshit. I know the feeling of being a non-entity when working a bar all too well – you are either just some drinks dispenser machine for ‘customers’ to order around, or worse, an object that they can abuse and offend without recrimination. As for cycling, if you develop a healthy wobble to your cycing style you will be surprised how much more attention cars will pay to you!
Thanks for the tip! Yeah it customer service can really suck sometimes.
The FIRST time two days ago?!? Holy shit I’m not doing my cyber music buddy job. Did you find the long version of The Intro by XX? Do.
Will listen Monday 🙂 I know I’m late to the party. Spent too much time relistening to The National.