I emerge from my shelter to a more illuminated environment. The skies are dark and gray but there must be sunlight illuminating the thick layer of clouds from the other side because my eyes can now see a great distance. The wind has mostly abated and although the cold remains, the temperature is less inhospitable.
Where’s my happiness? When do I get some?
Yesterday afternoon I sobbed for 1/2 hour and then cried myself into a nap on the couch. I wanted to sleep longer but I had a show to do.
Today I get up before the sun to go to work and when I leave work there is no sunlight left in the sky. I stay indoors for 9 hours, the total amount of daytime there is nowadays. An apt metaphor for my waking hours to be filled with darkness.
I just want to sleep through the pain. How am I supposed to smile? Really? Sure, I can distract myself and laugh but when it comes down to just me and the man in the glass, we’re both pretty lonesome right about now.
How cool is this? I just had to post this for all my musican/musical theater people. He posted a PDF and recording of his arrangement of “Sunday” for Sondheim’s 80th birthday celebration. I’m at work as I write this so I haven’t listened to it yet, but I will soon.
jasonrobertbrown.com - weblog - archives.
P.S. I think maybe he needs to get his blog to show the title of the post in the title of the webpage, no? (When folks link to it it may help distinguish.)
You never get a second chance to make a first impression.
A thousand words will not leave so deep an impression as one deed.
Henrik Ibsen
Anything that endures over time sacrifices its ability to make an impression.
Robert Musil
Sometimes I feel:
sad
hurt
alone
angry
unsure
incomplete
I do not ever:
hate
despise
regret
gossip
betray
assume
I do:
forgive
forget
honor
love
live
hope
I wish I could:
help
heal
fix
respond
The drawings are the hilarious icing on the blogcake. Of particular note is the reference to the “neurotic German shepherd mix” (apt).
Hyperbole and a Half: Dogs Don’t Understand Basic Concepts Like Moving.
Someone I once knew openly pondered about folks who eat alone in restaurants.
Today I was the guy eating alone. Like most days. Only today it was in public.
The short answer is: they eat because they’re hungry. They eat alone because they want to. Or they don’t have anyone to eat lunch with. There were other people at tables for one. They didn’t look particularly lonely or sad.
Truth be told, they forgot to ask me if I wanted my order to go and I figured eh, what the heck, I’d get out of the office for 15 minutes longer anyway.