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It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness,
This glorious sadness,
Which brings me to my knees.
In the arms of the angels
Fly away from here.
~ Sarah McLachlan
I've always loved this song, but the acoustic version I found on iTunes is so powerful. I'm falling in love with it even harder.
This morning I was up, just dilly-dallying around the apartment and doing my thing. I packed up a gym bag in the afternoon and trotted off to see Mary. We had a good session, and I have a new lead on something I plan to pursue like a dog on a bone.
Afterwards, I went to the Bellevue Club and did 25 laps in the pool. I wanted to do more, but I did start to get tired, and I made the mistake of going during swim lesson time for a lot of kids. It was too loud in there, and I kept getting splashed and just generally annoyed. I don't want to be annoyed when I'm excerising, and my hands were pruned to the max by the time I was done anyway. There's only so much pruning you can take before you have to call it quits.
I went into the sauna, and I had a great time in there. I meditated, practiced my breathing, and felt the heat sink down into my skin, down into my very bones. When I got out I spent a lot of time primping, and it was nice to take some extensive care of myself. Play around with my make-up somewhat, and blow-dry my hair flat and smooth as silk. Afterwards I popped up to Splash for some chocolate milk and a burger, and then I stopped at Starbucks on MI. I haven't been there in a long, LONG time, and I was thrilled to run into my favorite Starbucks barista, Michelle. She and I talked at length, and then I curled up in a chair before the fireplace to read the paper.
I got the best surprise of the entire week - Annabelle rang up! I had missed her so much! She and I were pretty tight every day for... god? Like, 3 months, at least? It's so hard with her in New York and I'm in Seattle... Not to mention that our 3rd and best wheel, Nancy, is in Tampa. Why does this seem to be the ironic theme in my life? Make a group of new best, best friends, become thick as theives, and then we get thrown to the farthest corners of the US possible? It kills me.
So it was wonderful to talk to Annabelle, and I sat there in Starbucks unable to control my laughter. She's doing so well in NY - I wondered if either NY would break or build her, and I'm so, so glad that it builds her up. She's a person who's in tune with the pulse of NY, I can't really picture her living anyway else. I'm glad that getting back to that pulse, and her love of the city, is helping her to soar and love her life. Annabelle is such a fucking rock star, and I love her to bits. And smithereens. We talked for well over an hour, and I feel so uplifted and happy.
I missed "Supernatural" tonight, but that's fine because it was just a rerun, I think. At least there wasn't any little (N) by it in the paper, indictating new. I wish it was new, though. I frickin' love that show. Hot boys, supernatural creatures, infamous serial killers of the past, guns, and plenty of angst. What more can a cute little fangirl ask for? I miss sitting around on Thursday nights, watching it with Courtney while everyone else was watching Grey's Anatomy. The only show that makes me hotter than "Supernatural," at the moment, is the show "Dexter." I'm considering getting Showtime just to be able to keep up with it, but perhaps I'll wait for the season boxset to come out sometime next year. Gotta say... hot guys, serial killers, guns, angst - I suppose my taste isn't all that broad, is it?
Life is busy, there's lots of plans for this weekend to get through. I've spent all night shopping for high heels and cashmere sweaters online - I'm about tuckered out. All that online shopping can sure take a lot out of you! Now I just have to sit back and consider which items I'm really going to buy or not. We'll see.
In the arms of the angels.
We will find some comfort here.