It's Thursday. I don't have to work tomorrow. It's not even 8:30 yet. But I'm pondering going to bed. Yep, I'm a 24-year-old 75-year-old. Thank you Bakery.
Keith just headed off to his nighttime job at a local bar, and I'm turning in for the evening with a cat in my lap and Bon Iver blaring through the house. Have you listened to Bon Iver? I suppose it's no surprise that I'm sleepy. Their music is dreamlike. Sort of muddled and cold, like you're listening to it underwater in the winter.
That's also why I love it. It makes me think of running full-force into the ocean in the dead of winter. I always listen to it, close my eyes and inevitably end up rocking back and forth.
It's rare that I listen to something other than audio books and french speakers when I'm at home by myself and can listen to anything I want. But this has eeked into my solo night-time life slowly and smoothly. It's a lullaby you fall asleep inside of, then dream the night away with.
Nightcap time! I'm off to run into the ocean (bathtub).
