Song that inspired this post: Morphine- “You look like Rain”
Current music: Morphine on slow drip.
I drove home in the misty rain yesterday. 2 and 1/2 hours alone playing songs on the radio that you only listen to when you are alone in your car. Too many hours of living inside my own head and thinking too much and composing blog entries that will never get published. I dream in blogging now. Ideas usually wasted on my own self editing. Too many writing classes with too many rules. Concepts that I end up tossing because I decided they are self indulgent and lack content.
Usually when it rains the only thing I’m inspired to do is sleep. Last night the rain prompted me to clean my room. Benefit of that: I got to wake up this morning to a clean room, a rug underneath my feet and a satisfaction that last night was not a wasted one. I’m thinking that morning is a somewhat relative term when you are out of work.
Today the rain only inspired me to hide in bed. I sleep under a slanted ceiling and I find this comforting. I sleep surrounded by bookcases filled with overflowing books. I used to find this comforting. Now, the first thing I want to do in the morning is turn on the bluegrass.
Maybe another rainy day will motivate me to so some serious job hunting.
I gotta motor if I wanna leave the house today and dance. The fact that I am debating going to the dance disturbs me. The main reason I am running late: writing this.
