This week will not end... ever, seriously.

Since Sunday night I have not slept more than 5 hours - my brain feels like it's rattling around in my head, I can't think clearly... Christmas is Monday? What happened to the hours - there's so few remaining. Yikers!

Walked over to Cambridge to shop - I don't think a 30 minute walk in the drizzling December mist was necessarily the *best* idea - but I thought it would clear my head and I guess it did, sort of. Listening to Elliott Smith's "I Didn't Understand" - what a great song. It sounds like a hymn when it starts - these soft voices singing so sweetly about something so sad and cursing liberally, of course. I love that line "I don't know why/ I guess that I just do" - I think it just reminds me of how resigned we can become to what we perceive is our destiny or at least, our pattern to keep repeating throughout our lives. But I really don't believe that we are so stuck in the behaviors that we have cultivated into a state of mind throughout our lives. Well, that being said, Elliott Smith was depressed for most of his life struggled with alcohol and hard drugs. Yah... so anyway,

Ever feel confused and exhausted and yet happy at the same time? K. has been sick - in the hospital for 3 days - was released today and is home. Saw him in the hospital Thursday night - it made me remember visiting my brother in the hospital when he hurt his shoulder playing football and my dad when he had his gallbladder removed... everyone seems so different when they are in a hospital gown and surrounded by sick people. It reminds me of how fragile we all are without all of the trappings of our every day lives - separated and stripped down to your gentle flesh. It makes me glad to have so many friends and close family in my life. It matters so much. I threatened to whip out the Keri lotion and rub his feet and cut his toenails - he was afraid I was serious - I was - and really... he was right to be afraid (I'm a persistent nurse) : )

Miss K is moving - stressing and dealing with so much change and hardness - yet, still managing to offer me compassion, a listening ear and the sage like wisdom that I rely on her to give me when I don't feel like I understand anything anymore.

It's so late - apartment is a wreck - must... wrap... gifts. Sleep is for suckers : )

Until later,
Katy

Real Gone Man, Real Gone...

I missed the Cranktones show at Toad last weekend and now it looks like I won't be able to see them until after Christmas (boo!). It's been too long and I need to hear some perfect music from those perfect boys. I hope they play some place where you can dance - Toad can be dangerous in that way : )

"Well, baby, baby, baby, blues and sorrow..." ok, now they're just in my head.

Anyone want to come to a show in January?

"We don't need any money/I always get in for free
You can get in too/If you get in with me
So let's find a bar/So dark we forget who we are
And all the scars from the nevers and maybes die
Let's go out tonight"

It's only just past 9pm on Sunday night... I wish the weekend was longer. It's almost over - times up - the workday week looms - the sand just ran out.

On the bright side, lots to look forward to this week. First, this weekend we celebrated Nick's birthday in South Boston and it was awesome to see the gang, eat, drink and celebrate with friends. I think Nick really liked it. This weekend 2 parties - both formal - yikers - dresses, shoes, hair, jewelry - oh my! Silly - yes. Exciting - also yes! Tonight, it's just the music and me (how dumb does that sound) but it is. Pink Floyd - Shine on You Crazy Diamond and the above from Rent along with some power pop from Chicago (the city, not the band) and, of course, Mike Ness and the boys from Social D. calming... happy Katy.

I wish I could get my mind off what it's on. I feel like I don't understand anything anymore. How's that for vague? You're welcome for this scintillating post. It's effortless, really : )

Ok, time to get to work - hope everyone is safe and happy.

Throwing the Merchants out of the Temple or,um... First Friday at the MFA

Not a whole lot more to say (but I will try, of course). Surrounded by the greatest Renaissance oil paintings of the last 4 centuries while simultaneously assaulted with the deafening din of endless vapid conversation and peering into the lost faces of those whose expectations have clearly overshot their current reality by an uncomfortable margin. To understate the obvious - not really my scene.

We gave it our best - N. was getting cruised by a person we can refer to as E. E. was from New York and seemed eager to impress (medical career given up to pursue venture capital - but not just for the money...). It was good to have someone to talk to (at?) about the goings on - which were not terribly inspiring otherwise and have a few laughs. I ended up with various invasions of my personal space and getting the up and down eye scan while about 4 inches away (what is that about?). Yikes - made me feel... odd : ) I don't think I shall be returning.

Ended up at the Squealing Pig until the music got too loud. Long ride home through this beautiful city - the street lights and early bar crowds singing our lullaby as we made our way to our respective homes to crawl into warm beds and reflect on the whole experience.

I wish I could play "Bold as Love" on my guitar. I don't have to get up tomorrow morning - how great is that? Maybe I'll practice those troublesome barre chords for a while... I hope everyone has something happy to think about tonight as they drift into the arms of Morpheus - I know I do.

Muchos Besos,
Katy