a song for another (rainy) day.

this song takes me back. to many different days. but nine times out of ten when i get a jonesin' to listen to the cure, it's grey and gloomy. i'm not gloomy, persay, this afternoon, but it's definitely a wet and dismal rainy afternoon. i should be elated - an early release from the j-o-b, extra last minute time snuck in to get those toiletries packed, and i'm to be jetting out of the city in t-minus two hours. going home. nostalgic. it's still hard for me to realize that i average a trek back to my roots only on average of one time per year. i see my mom more than that, thanks to my brother, of course, but still. argyle. i grew up there. i learned things the hard way. a lot of experiences, both dreamt up in bored daydreams, and some hardknocks learned the rough way.

this will be good for me. i can sort out my head. it's been too long since we've taken a real vacation. even this is a transitional quick weekend trip, vs. a tropical getthefuckoutofchicago extravaganza.

sort of like dunking oneself on a hot summer day, life can be cold and nasty sometimes. a little uncomfortable and trying. but once you dunk underwater - refresh, renew, repeat.

hopefully some good old fashioned scrabble, cheese, beer, old friends, family and walks in the starlight will be just what the doctor ordered.  til then, play on mr. smith. i will share your angst for past, forgotten and rejected loves. (especially callie, r.i.p). although forgive me if your eyeliner rivals mine and i have a partner to hold my hand.