Hot day, cold beer.
Uploading photos to my poor old computer, which will then be backed up into an external drive, then deleted from said computer, because poor and old.
Once I’ve posted some of the better ones online, I’ll reformat my card and begin anew.
Lately, I find many of my dreams involve trying to capture moments on film. Or…digitally, but same feeling driving the intent. I like taking pictures.
Day drunkenness means I won’t likely get anything else constructive done today, but so be it. Maybe I’ll at least stop all the hatred and anger and hurt.
Except physical hurt. That’ll just have to heal up in its own time.
Made a new playlist for a new (to me) MP3 player, but can’t get my poor old computer to recognize the device, so just listening to it on speakers while pics upload. I haven’t done that in a long time, just put music on and veg. I used to do it all the time. Every day.
It was like a wind down for me. A chance to be alone with my thoughts, my rhythm, and my eclectic musical tastes.
Music and I go way back; probably to when I was still in the womb. I grew up with it because I had good parents, and can’t remember a time when I didn’t have some song or other in my head. It’s part of the reason I have a hard time falling asleep, so I’ve trained myself to switch to a particular song, which helps regulate my breathing, settle my mind, and like a bell to Pavlov’s dogs, condition my response to be one of sleepiness once I get the song going on repeat in my mind.
I have a hard time falling asleep TO music, but have adopted a couple of background noises which help. I remember sleeping next to one person in particular and I was so attuned to her breathing that I would wake up at the slightest change in its rhythm. Yet going back to NOT sleeping next to her didn’t really take after. Maybe that’s why I need the background noise now.
Even living in the city so long means I can’t sleep when it’s quiet.
It’s annoying…I sort of had plans for today, but while I wasn’t committed to them, I also didn’t make an alternate plans in the event that the main ones didn’t pan out. Which, I’m thinking, they probably aren’t, at this point. That comes with a whole batch of different feelings, but none stronger than the other. In the back, though, is an old distrust of myself. Mistrust? Whatever. I have a habit of hurting myself, sometime intentionally, and sometimes – like this weekend, actually – more of a lack of caution to avoid hurting myself. Which is usually just a matter of semantics, really. It annoys me. I annoy me.
Anyway – music.
I was tempted to fill my Facebook feed with lyrics from the WIDE variety of songs that are in today’s playlist. I know everyone likes to think they have the furthest ranging taste in music, but I actually do. Haha See what I did there? Okay, so maybe it’s not the literal furthest, but it’s pretty huge. I love music. Most days, my very cells are listening and singing along. There are memories, emotions, fantasies…everything I am can be tied to a song or a melody. Sometimes I listen to fuel my mood; other times to change it, or create one anew.
I should open a bar that has alternating karaoke and lip synch nights. I’d be all over that shit – in theory. In reality, I would only be all over it alone in my living room, like right now. Minus the non-humans who live with me, except they were a bit disturbed when I was dancing with myself earlier.
Fuck…how is THAT song not in this playlist?!
(Edit: False alarm – it totally is)
Holy crap – the photos are done uploading! All 8000-something of them!
I think I had more to say, but screw it. Tomorrow is another day.
Even if it is a back-to-work day after this abysmal failure of a vacation. At least day drunk is a good thing!