outpost

so i think about what i am going to write in my journal before i get out of bed.
last night was just magic. Blake and his band rocked like the young turks they are, owning the world. he is living his dream - at the Key Club on Sunset Strip. he wore the Buddhist Bracelet I had given him and he loved his muffler i crocheted for him. Simon and i had so much fun. some friends came along too. today, i am just in love with life, even though we have no jobs. just full of love today.

i am sleepy and late this am. should have been working an hour ago. i have my routine - get up make coffee, do the dishes, feed the cat, check email,write in here and then start work. well i cuddled in bed today and am late. fuck it. if i could i would flip off the world and stay in bed.
where is the rain? its been in the forecast for a week? i thought we would have a lovely patter on the roof to contemplate, but noooooo, just the weak sun - i am such a brat.