i dreamt i saw you walking
up a hillside in the snow
casting shadows on the winter sky
as you stood there counting crows
one for sorrow, two for joy,
three for girls, and four for boys,
five for silver, six for gold, and
seven for a secret never to be told

there's a bird that nests inside you
sleeping underneath your skin
when you open up your wings to speak
i wish you'd let me in

from "a murder of one" ~ counting crows
i am addicted!

i, yet again, in a totally Office Space fashion, had yet another 'worst day of my life' yesterday. Work sucked in a huge way. and then i got a call from Myste saying that they would be home very late and could she just drop Roni off when she got in. After a discussion we agreed that Roni could simply spend the night and i called Mom to cancel dinner with them since i wouldn't have Roni.

So, there i was all angry and depressed and no outlet but, thankfully, no Roni, either. i hate when i'm bitchy and she has to put up with it.

i did it.

i went shopping.

i know, it's a 'girly' thing to do you think, right? Well, i have known many men who buy things like cars, motorcycles and hookers when they're upset and all i bought was clothes and music, so there!

i went for the music fix first ~ i found Poe's Haunted, Elton John's Madman Across the Water, and Jackson Browne's Late For The Sky all on sale. There were so many more i wanted so it helped a little but was not a total fix. i moved on to clothes. We are trying to finish up all the steps to making the Operations department management and i have to buy pants to wear since the jeans will be out. Black palazzo pants and a black top (you can NEVER have too much black in your wardrobe!) and i looked at small silver bands to replace my wedding band but they didn't have any i liked.

So, now i had new music and new clothes and all on sale and so i did well and it was time to go home and bake something! And clean! So, i made 2 quiches and did the dishes and contemplated re-alphabetizing my CDs, but decided not to and i slept. The adrenaline had worn off and the new music glow had set in and i was tired. Unfortunately, i had horrid dreams and someone kept ringing my doorbell. i don't have a doorbell. i kept waking up to answer the no-existent doorbell. Then, my alarm clock didn't go off . . . that i remember. Oh, well, i was not late.


"Mr. Jones" ~ Counting Crows
"Believe in me... Help me believe in anything... i want to be someone who believes..."


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confessed on 2001-06-27