Sleepless in London.
I now know what it feels like to be an insomniac. I have too much on my mind these days.
For all my thoughts, I can report of one useful conclusion, which is that I will never marry a professional musician. It is too difficult for musicians to encounter something real. And life is too real.
The other useful conclusion is that I like plum tortes better than cherry tortes because they're less sweet.
Off to sleep, hopefully.
I now know what it feels like to be an insomniac. I have too much on my mind these days.
For all my thoughts, I can report of one useful conclusion, which is that I will never marry a professional musician. It is too difficult for musicians to encounter something real. And life is too real.
The other useful conclusion is that I like plum tortes better than cherry tortes because they're less sweet.
Off to sleep, hopefully.
posted by Rebecca at
7:45 PM
1 Comments:
Hey. Just reading blogs today, and read about your Uncle. I didn't put two and two together that you're related. My parents went to the funeral; they know them from way back.
Anyway, I agree with your torture post. I play trombone, too! Same with my brother.
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