May 29 2005
Music alone shall live
So tonight my manager (yes, THAT one) said, “You’re always smiling. Stop being so happy.”
Heh.
Considering last night at 2:30 am I was sitting outside in a thunderstorm sobbing, that’s a remarkable instruction. I was at Pattengill, for old times’ sake–times before all this began.
Pattengill had not been my first destination.
And now it’s almost 2:30 again. And my random playlist is full of songs that make me want to cry. Random my foot.
I should be used to the feeling of having had the rug pulled out from under me. But I suppose a person really shouldn’t get used to that feeling.
If there’s anything to be learned from this, I guess it’s that I need some new mp3s. Happy ones, even.
