you, i cannot judge

I'm back in Birmingham for the night, and after a nice hot bath I'm feeling refreshed and in a better mood. And though at 10:30 at night this is probably a bad thing, I'm feeling more alert too. It's been gloomy weather for the past few days; I was so tired at work, it was hard to keep awake even with my Dr. Pepper pick-me-up around noon. Alas, at certain moments even my addiction to caffeinated beverages cannot rouse me from the clutches of lingering sleep.

Other things have gotten me in a better mood since that somber post yesterday. A surprise phone call and the promise of a future dinner from an old friend lifted my spirits significantly. It's nice to start things over, get things off my chest, and be honest with someone again. I look forward to reestablishing a friendship I once thought lost completely.

One of the reasons I love driving to Birmingham and back is that I get to really listen to my music. There's not a lot of moments in my life that I have the opportunity to listen to my music library uninterrupted, but the two and a half hour commute from home to second home is one of those times where I can let it run as the soundtrack to some imaginary movie in which I am the star, driving down the interstate to some unknown destination. Silly, perhaps. I'm not ashamed.

This song in particular, struck me. I rediscovered my love for R.E.M. today:



Tomorrow brings a big change.