It's 1AM and I just ate two beef tamales and refried beans. I wonder if it's some sort of cry for help?
It's raining and cold outside. For now, I love it. It makes me feel like it's the correct time of year. Eighty degree weather in November makes me disoriented. I was fantasizing today about the amazing fingerless gloves I used to have. They would match my coat perfectly and keep my fingers so warm, but they are gone now. I still have no idea where they went...I can only hope that they fell out of my pocket one day last winter when I was walking to work and some homeless person found them. I really only hope someone is loving and appreciating them as much as I did.
Another Thanksgiving has come and gone. It was my first away from home, which was weird, but not as depressing as I'd pictured. I think I have Laura to thank for that! And Mississippi style comfort food. And the fact that it SNOWED for a few minutes. Oh, my heart was so full.
And now that I've finished my small Mexican feast, I should get to bed. I have to sing at two services tomorrow...the most vocally thrashing song of all time. I'm really looking forward to it.
yesterday // life goes on
