I have been doing nothing all day. Lethargy has used its limp, clammy grip and managed to wrap my brain in its disgusting, effortless grasp. I am not sick. I am just nothing.
Last night was fantastic and epic, cathartic and just plain ol' good fun. I was a paper boat floating in the atlantic ocean, or, in less poetic terms, a tall skinny kid in the middle of a Futureheads mosh pit. I think most of the time I just yelled what parts of the chorus I knew and danced and tried not to let anyone fall around me. Joseph and I emerged with our shirts a darker, sweat-stained color, smiling and pleased with the amount of pushing, pulling, and yelling we had accomplished.
I noticed that the parents of one of the opening bands was there. It was refreshing to see a 50 year old, bald man singing along, and then the singer giving his dad (this is all assumption by the way. for some reason, I just think that people of a more advanced age at concerts simply must be there because they are the parents of either the band or a fan) a smile.
I should get back to the nothing. I'm proud I blogged at all.
4 comments:
Reading your posts is giving me the same sensation I get when I ride roller coasters.
BTW is your bed made? Is your sweater on? And really you should wear a hat because you lose so much heat through your head...
I can't tell if that's a good thing or not, mother.
I wear a knit cap and look foolish. My bed is made, and my sweater is on. and slippers and warm socks as well. I refuse to get sick again. ever in my life.
oh dear. you can't keep yourself from ever getting sick, goof. not until you eat allll your veggies, and no coffee, and go to bed at 7pm like mom does. and no sugar. it takes all the fun out of life. im sorry you are lethargic, but wait til it snows. expect you to regale me with takes of snow fights and snow walks. with ho cho. ha.
I love roller coasters.
One day and one week.
I hope it snows for you.
AND it's 8:00 and I'm not yet in bed.
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