It's Only a Bloody Song
one day... John was grumbling about the expense of his burgeoning empire to Neil Aspinall. "Imagine no possessions, John," Neil reminded him. "It's only a bloody song," he retorted.
-- John Lennon: The Life, Philip Norman
My eyes sore from lack of sleep, my stomach in consternation at the half pound of peanut M&Ms, my mouth raw from chips and salsa. Spent the afternoon yesterday in bed reading the 5th Harry Potter book, while a rare Spring day graced February, barely glimpsed through the skylight. Hard to believe in snowstorms in Virginia. Hard to believe in anything, for that matter. Last night stars blazed above the trees, and I didn't believe a word of them.
Never so lonesome, never so stranded-feeling. Thank God for JK Rowling and simple stories.
A lovely massage last night though. Today perhaps will be better. It can't easily be worse.