Rasberry beret, the kind you find in a second hand strore

I woke up intermittently throughout the night convinced I was resting my head in the lap of a woman. Strange, that, and it was a different woman each time. I vaguely recall at least two of them, but I'm not divulging who they were. Ah, it was blissful, I tell you: I'd wake up - I'm a side sleeper, by the way - convinced there was a woman caressing my head and whispering comforting things to me I can't, and probably wasn't meant to, recall. Yes, I'm aware of what this suggests psychologically, but it was comforting, soothing, and, in light of all the pain I've been experiencing, a welcome relief. Just dreams? My body healing itself? Something deeper, something beyond? I don't know.The Universe is so ancient and we are so young, so very young. We play at knowing, but we are enshrouded in not knowing. With that in mind, I'll not bother trying to figure this one out.

Feeling a little better today. Yesterday, in the afternoon, I took the T into Boston to do some recording at the registry. The ride in was a fever dream. I was malnourished and weak; shards of pain, powered by some demonic battery, coursed through my head. It wasn't a fun trip, was rife with strange thoughts, but I pulled through and the worst seems to be over.

The story of Phoebe Prince, the girl who hanged herself after constant bullying from classmates, has touched me deeply. I am teary as I write this. She was treated savagely, abused, and made to feel less than human, like some mangy, lice-ridden beast. I am glad charges are being pressed. Somebody had to do something. I wish I knew her; I bet she was a sweet girl.

Just received disc three of the 9 1/2 hour epic The Human Condition. What a fantastic and brave film! Made in 1959, the trilogy follows the life of Kaji, a Japanese pacifist and socialist, as he tries to survive in the fascist and oppressive WW2 era Japan. Watching it, I've been struck by how deep, insightful, and truly ahead of time this film was.

In the last week, I finished Cryptoterrestrials and Impossible Visits. Tomorrow, I'll more than likely finish The Pillars of The earth. And Drood, as thick as it is, may be finished as early next week. A reading fiend, I am.

And on that note, I will make myself scarce. I plan on working through a couple of songs, do some reading, and watch either Seinfeld or The Human Condition. And, when I can stay awake no longer, I will travel to the world of sleep and its attendant dreams, and maybe, if the Universe is kind, I will return to the laps of my angels.