I woke up grump today. Just downright grumpy. Like a person who needs a cup of coffee in order to function at all. Several forces had collided to cause such a sour mood and I was trapped.
So, I got myself a cup of coffee.
And I finally got around to printing letters to oil companies telling them to not drill in the ANWR. A little grassroots activism always makes me feel better.
And then I treated myself to a comfort food, artery-clogging breakfast of a breakfast sausage-cream cheese bagel. Now that I've met or exceeded my calorie and fat intake allowance for the day, I look forward to a long, slow hunger building process which will inevitably give me a killer headache and make me feel like crap. The coffee, of course, will exacerbate the situation as will the barometric pressure of a dense, rainy day. But at the time the sausage was frying in the skillet and while I was consuming the meal, I felt so richly deserving that it was nearly inconceivable that I could live without that exact food.
I just let Lucy in from a squirrel-hunting adventure. Since we're currently experiencing a steady downpour, I spent a couple of minutes massaging the water from her black, shiny fur. She just loves it. While doing this, one of my all time favorite bands came on Radio Paradise. Seriously, if anyone wants to give me a wonderful gift, all I ask for is Vol I (and III if you're feeling particularly generous). There must be lots of copies kicking around online or at your favorite used-music store. I could search for this on my own, but I don't like buying things for myself.
I just realized that I haven't mentioned the greatest streaming music find I've ever made online: Radio Paradise. You can listen without being a member or you can create an account which allows you to vote and comment on songs played. It's commercial-free user-supported radio that is stunning in its variety. I listen to a stream in RealPlayer. RealPlayer acts like TiVo, allowing you to pause the live feed, go back and listen to what came before all the while caching what is currently playing. It's a handy way to replay songs and if necessary, skip songs. But I've found that I enjoy the playlists so much that I hardly ever feel the need to skip a song. I just give it a low rating and look forward to the next one. Right now, I just keep listening to the aforementioned band's End of the Line. Which is apt since for now, I'm out of news.
Posted by Elizabeth at April 12, 2005 10:12 AM