Sunday

I don't know what day I'm looking forward to now. Tomorrow? No. Friday? Possibly. Saturday? No. Sunday? No. Monday? Definately not. Sigh. I've had this song in my head all day/night...



Sia - Sunday



For those who've slept
For those who've kept
Themselves jacked up
How Jesus wept
Sunday
Sunday

For those in need
For those who speed
For those who try to slow their minds with weed
Sunday
Sunday

For those who wake
With a blind headache
Who must be still
Who will sit and wait
For sunday, to be monday

Yeah, it will be ok
Do nothing today
Give yourself a break
Let your imagination run away

For those with guilt
For those who wilt
Under pressure
No tears over spilt milk
Sunday
Sunday

Sunday
Sunday

Sunday
Sunday

Yeah, it will be ok
Do nothing today
Give yourself a break
Let your imagination runaway

Yeah, it will be ok
Do nothing today
Give yourself a break
Let your imagination runaway



I think it's beautiful and haunting...

So my emotions do kind of drive my thoughts and I wish that wasn't the case. I feel old and tired and strung out. I laugh when I want to cry. I accept that which I do not want. I still need to make that CD for tomorrow's opera. I listened to the Madame Butterfly CD from the previous post and now I'd like to see the opera performed. It's tragic and beautiful.

Highlights of the day = a random conversation with two bus officials selling tickets on Castlereagh street because buses on George, Pitt and Castlereagh streets are now all prepay; giggling through the cheesy scenes in the new Star Trek movie; eating a lemon tart from Bourke Street Bakery; the moon and how she looks like someone's eaten a bit off her, or maybe flipped a cloak over her shoulder.

Mostly I'm cry. Silly emotional me. I should go to bed...

Night,

Cat