I want your flowers like babies want God’s love
Heh, my slightly dyslexic mind wants to read the subject line as "I want your babies like flowers like God's love." I'm not sure which one is better.
Independence Day passed with meager fanfare. Having the day off was much needed after several days of much sleep deprivation. I stayed at home with my mom to keep her company. The last thing I wanted was for her to be alone on the 4th of July. Loneliness always seems magnified on holidays. It's weird how that happens.
We watched Charlie Wilson's War, which was enjoyable and thoughtful. I love Tom Hanks, so I was pretty much sold from the get-go.
Now I'm sitting in the kitchen, listening to Iron & Wine (the subject is part of a verse from "Fever Dream"), and contemplating my own existence. For some reason, there is a faint twinge of sadness to my mood. Not quite sure why - I was productive today and did lots of stuff around the house.
Tomorrow, I hope to make it out for the blues bomb. Should be good times.
Independence Day passed with meager fanfare. Having the day off was much needed after several days of much sleep deprivation. I stayed at home with my mom to keep her company. The last thing I wanted was for her to be alone on the 4th of July. Loneliness always seems magnified on holidays. It's weird how that happens.
We watched Charlie Wilson's War, which was enjoyable and thoughtful. I love Tom Hanks, so I was pretty much sold from the get-go.
Now I'm sitting in the kitchen, listening to Iron & Wine (the subject is part of a verse from "Fever Dream"), and contemplating my own existence. For some reason, there is a faint twinge of sadness to my mood. Not quite sure why - I was productive today and did lots of stuff around the house.
Tomorrow, I hope to make it out for the blues bomb. Should be good times.