This time last year

Very different and very much the same.

Oh brother.

Busy time of year

To do:
-Get it together
-Keep it together

1913-2009.

Levitt, Levitt. What is there to do? What can you do?

Balance (we won't know)

Things that bother me these days:
Everything

Things that I'm excited about these days:
Lots

Straight Forward

The proof is in the pudding: work is multiplying like loaves of bread. And everything takes forever. Contrary to complaining, and contrary to being contrary to complaining, this is it. This, not that. That's impossible. I want to get so good at grammar so that I don’t have to be so good anymore, so that the unintentional seems premeditated. I’ll only have to say, “Precisely.”

In about a month we’ll have a yard sale and I’ll title a post Everything Must Go and tell you when and what goodies there will be. It won’t be so melancholy as the song of the same name, and in fact I can almost guarantee that there will be joyful music and a pink dress for sale that I just couldn’t figure out how to wear. But maybe I’ll just keep it, maybe this is its year.

Oh and I’m tired. It’s late. I was up early.

A misunderstanding (or not) between two (music) lovers.

You know, all I want is you?

Yeah, I like you too.

(Get it? How novel, a joke.)

Just Can't Not

At the most inopportune moments--to the most heartbreaking songs--I just can't not dance.