FishDreamer scribbles: Seeking Serenity Online

Thursday, 2 June 2005

Work It Out

I saw Def Leppard and Bryan Adams last night, and I am a happy happy me. It wasn't perfect, but because of that it really was perfect. I took my friend B, who needed a fun girl's night out, and who I also saw Def Leppard with back in 1982. We are a lot less energetic now than we used to be, but we had a blast. I cried at one point, for a variety of reasons. Just sat back and let the tears come during one of my favorite of their songs. Bryan Adams was good, too, and I'm glad he was there. He's low key and friendly to the brash and loud of Def Leppard, and I think it worked well.

It does mean I'm tired today, since the concert was in Portland and we had to drive back. I was in bed by 2, but we had to get the cat to the vet by 8:30 so I had nowhere near enough sleep. I don't mind though; I took a nap when I got home from work, and I have tonight and all weekend to catch up on my sleep. And I have a Rock of Ages tour t-shirt.

I also got my Chicklit t-shirts on Tuesday! They're perfect, I love them, and I will be wearing and wearing and wearing. This is why I bought more than one, you see. There are no more. There may never be any more. But I have mine!

I just baked brownies, which makes the house smell so very good. I'm glad we're having cold crappy weather right now, I'm not really in the mood for hot and sunny. This kind of weather makes me want to bake things. If it's like this over the weekend, I will probably bake bread. And make chili. Mmm. That sounds good!

I keep listening to All That I Am by Rob Thomas (of Matchbox 20). It's almost ominous. There's a power in there that it's just daring you to invoke. (I am also finding that I made myself hoarse with the singing and shouting last night, and it's hard to sing.)

I really don't have a lot to say right now. I'm having profound thoughts about turning 39 and stage of life and accomplishments and the future and who I am and who I want to be, but so far it just won't come out coherently. Not really. So I give you half-assed peripatetic entries like this one and hope that sometime soon I'll understand enough to write about it. Because what's going on inside my head is really interesting, but I can't share it yet. Not even in draft format.

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