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sometimes i like to fall asleep to the postal service.
it is particularly helpful during times of stess from school and more importantly, family.
its fun to listen to the songs as i drift into the unconcious.
its what i did in santa cruz.
those nights when donner and shamus would sneak into my room.
the five of us would be there.
quieting each others voices so no one would hear.
donner and hot from paris in one twin bed
shamus and i in the other
kim on the floor/closet.
we fell asleep with the postal service
blasting from my computer speakers.
repeat.
repeat.
repeat.
this was the cd that i listened to on my way home in the bus.
after 45 minutes of sleep in one night, its what
i held on to when i cried leaving. i was so upset and emotionally broken. everyone was gone. touched by a few people i didn't want to say good bye to.
i called everyone on there cell phones.
telling them i would love them for all time.
memories would be everywhere.
they could never escape.
on the 6 hour bus ride home, i slept as much as i could.
i took up two seats near the back of the greyhound, put on my bose headphones, and closed my eyes.
i covered my face with my hooded ucsc sweatshirt and dozed off.
listening to it, makes me happy.
it returns me to that dark dorm room lit only by the computer screen.
to the sounds of the nearby bed.
to the awkwardness of being in a bed with someone you didnt like, but they liked you.
if i could be anywhere when i listen to this...
it would be in the summer, on a cool breezy night, lying in a sleeping bag with someone i love, sharing just a twin sized bed, in a room where privacy isn't an option, and dozing off but waking up when the music gets quiet.
trying to explain the importance of this cd to me is clearly impossible