I can't believe I just sang in a bar full of people! I'm a little scraggly this morning, more hung over than I thought last night's drunk warranted, but feeling good. I woke up and thought- I really DID sing for what- half an hour? and everyone enjoyed themselves. Though I noticed I was shaking on stage, actually being up there was fine, I felt ( Read more... )

working class... class working, class working class, class class working?

I have the rather unusual experience of writing this at 2:31 a.m. at Swedish hospital in Seattle. I am watching over my grandfather. My grandmother calls it a vigil, and I think she may be right. I have been alone here since about 10 p.m. and it's an odd, and strangely humbling experience. Being entrusted with watching over someone's sleeping ( Read more... )

My brother-in-law tells me that my tea is making the house smell terrible. He's probably right, but I guess I'm used to it by now... that and the fact that apparently I have an affinity for strong-tasting beverages ( Read more... )

goodnight, ducks.
present yourselves well to the goddess of dreamland.

I have been sick and feeling quiet and a little bitchy all day. Not feeling bitchy exactly, but I think I come across that way. I just don't really want to talk to anyone that much. I'm retreating into myself and I don't know how long it will be this time. Maybe it's just a result of finding out I have bronchitis and being so sick of coughing ( Read more... )

It's been awhile since I've been this sure that where I am in life is the right place. I'm calm and happy right now, not the bi-polar happiness that sometimes happens to me where I feel like I'm on top of the world, just the happiness that is feels like life is going to be alright. I'm glad for these days. My strange soup/chili concoction is ( Read more... )

I am yesterday's daughter, sucking on this cough drop and scraping my voice across the nape of your absent neck. Today I am convinced of your loss and my own strong thorny hands that will grow brick walls full of roses without you.

It's been awhile since I've let myself be drawn into a new book. I'm finally reading THe Perks of Being a Wallflower, and it's making me happy even as I am fighting off The Plauge ( Read more... )

I've never been able to keep Mother Jones far from my conscious mind. "Ye Gods! What a horrible nightmare! What hope is there for decency when unscrupulous wealth may exploit its producers so shamelessly?" she says. She and Debs are my everlasting heros.