Everything’s not lost
Am currently ripping random cds to put on the Zen. Realized last night that I don’t have Before These Crowded Streets (Dave Matthews Band) on my computer (shame), nor do I have Parachutes (Coldplay), Grace (Jeff Buckley), or Fly (Dixie Chicks), all of which I need. Grace is ripping right now and Mojo Pin is making me think of being tucked into a seat on the plane, eyelids heavy, Jeff Buckley crooning in my ear. Sleep. Glorious sleep. I’m wiped out. No matter what I do, I am always so exhausted at the end of my shift. It is all I can do to drive home and not collapse. Tonight I came home and began eating. Stopped long enough to shave my legs and throw some things in a suitcase. Uploaded some new pictures to Flickr.
Yawn, yawn, yawn. Bed sounds so good right now.