I wasn't sure at that point, what room I'd have left to be me. But then of course the good occurred again, and then again, this morning. If having every 5:30 to 7:00am to myself on the couch with my coffee (really, it's a Senseo) brings that good music to me...I just may survive all the interim.
I could listen to Pink's sincerity all day, and the way she makes Carey surrender his heart...fun to see. She's so classy. I know I should be focusing on more critically depressing things, in between. But knowing that Britain's best band the VMAs keep showing, sounds so much like Glen Hansard's Once...
I may survive. Because I'll keep wondering if that sound comes from England or Dublin, or God. You know how I thrive.
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