apparently, i'm a complete and total idiot, because if i weren't, i'd be in bed right now instead of typing this journal entry. but i am feeling really awake, and sort of bubbly, and i really want to be typing this journal entry, so... well, here i am.
the thing is, i'm in a really great mood. we got some really great, extremely rough mixes done tonight for Mazer Rackham, and then we played Neil Young's "After the Gold Rush" through a couple of times, and the last time we did it, it was practically transcendent -- our voices blended, we responded to each other and changed the feel of the music together, and the song is just so beautiful... we really have to get together again and work on music stuff, because between this and "Yesterday is Here" we've got some really amazing things going on.
also -- and this is completely frivolous but it still makes me happy -- on the bus today this random guy hit on me while i was trying to read my book -- and it was actually a very competent attempt. and he was damned cute, too. i think he was rather drunk, and the friend he was with was definitely drunk, and i didn't give him my phone number because, well, i'm always extremely suspicious of guys who hit on me totally randomly like that, but afterwards i was almost sad i hadn't paid more attention to the attempt, because he really was cute, and did a truly admirably charming job. but still, it's probably all for the best that i did not respond more. life is just simpler this way.
i keep going back and forth. do i want my life to be simple, or do i want to have fun? i don't know. it's all a bit of mess.
oh, but i'm feeling so... good. i think dancing puts me in a good mood. and singing. singing also puts me in a good mood.
well i dreamed i saw the knights in armor coming saying something about a queen. there were peasants singing and drummers drumming and the archer hit the tree. there was a fanfare blowing to the sun that was floating on the breeze. look at mother nature on the run in the nineteen seventies. look at mother nature on the run in the nineteen seventies.
god. damn. i love Neil Young. i love that song in particular by Neil Young. it's just so amazing. wah. i sorta wish i could just do stuff like this all the time. and still get enough sleep. and have a life. and time to perform upkeep like cleaning and laundry and things. and get paid.
hmm. and instead of going to bed, i have started zephyr conversations. but they are good zephyr conversations. it is happy. but there is sleepyness coming, i can feel it in my bones.
that reminds me, must read more Jonathan Carroll before the World Fantasy Convention. and, goddamnit, i have to find the time to read _Coraline_! what is *wrong* with me. gah.
oh right. i have no free time. i don't get enough sleep. and i am too protective of the book to let it out of the house.
and now i'm staying up chatting about relationships instead of going to bed. i'm such a moron... but i like chatting about relationships. damnit.
hmm. lots of damning going on here tonight. wonder what this says about my mood. i guess i'm feeling sort of decisive or something.
maybe