Thursday, June 10, 2004

Bushmills Malt & Nicks

After spending a couple of hours last night preparing documents to send to London (regarding the great move (or not) this autumn), I ended up on the couch watching the Fleetwood Mac concert on PBS with a double shot of Bushmills single malt Irish whiskey ("aged 10 years")--on the rocks (of course)--with tears in my eyes. Stevie Nick's "Beautiful Child" always does that to me since "I was only 10." Here's an excerpt:
Sleepless child
There is so little time
Your eyes say yes
But you don't say yes
I wish that you were mine

You say it will be harder in the morning
I wait for you to say, just go
Your hands, held mine so few hours
And I'm not a child anymore

I'm tall enough
To reach the stars
I'm old enough
To love you from afar
Too trusting ... yes?
But then women usually are

I will do
As I'm told
Even if I never hold you again
Well, that plus the stress of trying to make a decision about London. After several weeks of bouncing from one extreme (I'm definitely going, come hell or high water) to the other (I am absolutely, most definitely not going), I've settled somewhere in the middle where I'd be happy to go and happy to stay. And I think that this position is probably more dangerous to my sanity because ultimately I have to make a decision. But right now I'm thinking I should probably pour another drink.

Instead, it's time to pop a sleeping pill to help battle the nightly insomnia I've suffered from this entire week. Tomorrow looks busy. Sigh. But Saturday morning I'm taking a meditation class at the Crow Collection, and I'm looking forward to that.

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