Photo: Pixel Addict, Flickr Creative CommonsPandora has been on a roll this morning, pumping out a string of songs that are either just really fucking awesome or just happen to be right for the moment. I'm sitting here in the dark for some reason. Well, it's not entirely dark. The emergency light over the door never turns off and my computer monitor illuminates my knuckles nicely. I forgot to flip the switch when I came in the room for some reason and when I realized it a few minutes later, it felt kind of nice, so I didn't bother to get out of my chair and walk back over to the switch.
Maybe Pandora noticed my mood and decided to be extra sweet to me today. She's rolled out old favorites of mine like Johnny Cash and Nick Drake, kept the mood mellow with The Shins and "Let it Be" by the Beatles, pointed out that I should have listened better when Ryan used to push the Red House Painters so much. She even threw in a little Presidents of the United States of America for levity. Gang Starr may seem like they just don't fit in with their Hip Hop beats, but at least they have the decency to to be a little weird.
I shouldn't be so happy right now. I'm tired. I've struggled to get out of the bed all week. I'm burned out and need a break from work. My legs hurt. The shin splints returned from too much time spent on the tennis courts filling in for missing players this week. I can't even line up an interview to keep from having to return to a classroom in the fall. But then my moods have never really been based on reality. Seventh grade wasn't really that bad, but if I hadn't been so afraid of failure, I wouldn't be happy today.