Well, howdy 4am! Please don't f-up my day
Before leaving? I picked up Just Kids from my bookshelf. It had come highly recommended, but I wasn't really convinced...I'm not a huge P. Smith fan, like her music (and her words), but always figured her for a heroin addict and less-than-sympathetic figure. But I figured I'd skim the first page, and put it back.
Instead? It totally grabbed me. I am loving her highly individual voice, her frankness, and the amazing life she's carved out of life and society's gray areas. It's fascinating. (Side note - she's NOT a junkie! Who KNEW?)
Add to that a kick-ass morning at the gym (I may not be able to move my arms tomorrow. Lawdy.), a productive workday, a kick-ass chamber music concert (with a fabulous arrangement of Stravinsky's Rite of Spring arranged for woodwind quintet. Seriously.), and you'll find a girl who is having trouble falling asleep, even though she's been awake since 4:00 a.m.
- Feeling good at the end of a long day.
- Big daydreams.