Just a few observations today because it is too dang loud in this house to do any thinking.
First observation: It's loud in this house. I know, I know, I'm always romanticizing how great it is to have musicians coming and going and playing and recording and EATING MY FOOD.* But sometimes they're just loud. Chris is working in the basement on some mixes with a guitarist and they keep playing the same phrase over and over again at wall-shaking volumes and I CANNOT THINK.
I'm not one of those people who can write and listen to the radio. TV is right straight out. I am very easily derailed and the brain? It doesn't work so well sometimes.
My other observation involves the fact that three friends asked if I was okay today. I thought "sheesh, did I not brush my hair? Is this a bad lipstick color for me? Did I get dressed?" and then I realized they were referring to yesterday's post, in which I was tragic and on the brink of despair. Ever notice how you can't even talk about something until it's almost over anyway? And then everyone's left trying to catch up? It's like that.
I'm so fine I got back to stalking people online. My latest fixation is a woman whose kids I used to babysit when I was in middle school. I spent a ridiculous amount of time at their house. I found one of her kids on facebook, and sent off a tentative message. Upon confirmation, I sent another message that was, in hindsight, so completely stalkery he is probably moving and getting a new identity as I type. But I do remember where they kept their cereal. And I do remember the characters painted on their bedroom walls. And I do remember where all the furniture was and the smell of the downstairs carpet. I did not, however, mention that I thought of them when I got Studley his first Spiderman underoos.
I'll save that for the third email. When things aren't so loud.
*they hardly ever actually eat my food. Why is that, musicians? Why won't you eat my food?