Saturday Musings
So I'm sitting here listening to "Shine on You Crazy Diamond" and missing Syd. I always miss Syd when Pink Floyd comes on my iPod. It's worse with "On the Turning away" because I connected with Syd when listening to that song and reading about his days with Pink Floyd.
I'm not certain if the Cymbalta is working or not. I'm still hurting, but I will do that I'm afraid. I'm more numb than anything. It's making writing difficult because I can't seem to get into character, to evoke those spirits and let them speak through me. It's even difficult to write here, but I'm forcing myself to blog because it keeps the writer's avenues open to perhaps more productive times. Sleep doesn't seem to be a problem now, what with the Zyprexa and Lyrica. I die every night and I have the most interesting dreams. Problem is, I can't remember them when I wake up. I'm just left with the feeling that I've been pulled from some parallel universe and I need to get back to finish whatever I was doing.
Tomorrow is the Mother Unit's birthday. The only thing I could do was send her a Mothers Day card. I'm gonna call her tomorrow for both events. Here's hoping she answers the telephone. Aunt Tudi has been trying to get in touch with her for about a week now, to no avail.
"Shine on You Crazy Diamond" is drifting off into the auditory haze, and Mike Scott has come to visit me with "Glastonbury Song. One of my favourites. Love that man.
I'm not certain if the Cymbalta is working or not. I'm still hurting, but I will do that I'm afraid. I'm more numb than anything. It's making writing difficult because I can't seem to get into character, to evoke those spirits and let them speak through me. It's even difficult to write here, but I'm forcing myself to blog because it keeps the writer's avenues open to perhaps more productive times. Sleep doesn't seem to be a problem now, what with the Zyprexa and Lyrica. I die every night and I have the most interesting dreams. Problem is, I can't remember them when I wake up. I'm just left with the feeling that I've been pulled from some parallel universe and I need to get back to finish whatever I was doing.
Tomorrow is the Mother Unit's birthday. The only thing I could do was send her a Mothers Day card. I'm gonna call her tomorrow for both events. Here's hoping she answers the telephone. Aunt Tudi has been trying to get in touch with her for about a week now, to no avail.
"Shine on You Crazy Diamond" is drifting off into the auditory haze, and Mike Scott has come to visit me with "Glastonbury Song. One of my favourites. Love that man.