Sunday, February 17, 2008
The sun on my face has felt so good these last couple days. It has been quite a lovely weekend of getting glammed up, going out on the town, good food, good friends, family time, walks on the beach, genuine laughs, cowboys, Coronas, minor hangovers and reconnecting myself with what I felt I had been missing. People you can say anything to, because it's okay to be who you are.
I'm reading the most beautiful novel, The Diving Bell And The Butterfly. I can't wait to see the film. I love French films.
I reread something I'd written late last year about being sleepless-and I realize it's no different now. Still the prettiest disposition. Still soft words and kind eyes. Still. Still. Still.
I am never sure whether all the people I love understand the way my mind is working these days. I am trying not to worry- but certain topics always make me sigh.
I am going to bed with gravol and music, to soothe me into dreams.