Of a metaphor.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Finances. Slap.

Sleep quality. Slap.

Lack of personal internet. Slap.

Other jobs. Slap.

Weather. Slap.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Yellow, life. Yellow.

See icon, please.

Thank you, life You are kind and fair. You listen.

And so shall I.

***

Today I had to explain and defend my love of movie scores as a genre to listen to recreationally. To a coworker at HMV. I was more than a little stunned at the fact that I had to, as opposed to his defense of rap, of punk, of metal.

"Well, don't you have the movie stuck in your head for the whole cd? What if you haven't seen the movie before?"

And I had to bite my tongue as I had to realphabetize half of the rock section alone and make my way through teeth-grinding hours of ambient Top 40 that consisted of either spelling out customized words or losing half of the song content as we had to play the clean version of a certain rapper's new album.

Any way. Better end to a day. All I need is a working laptop power cord, a working Airport Extreme card, a winning lottery ticket, a fully furnished guest room, and a head full of poetry ideas.