When I Wake Up in the Morning Time / I / Like to See You Sleeping by My Side

I've really had the greatest week. Despite the awful familial matters, of course. 311 and Matisyahu were so sick on Wednesday. And the ride down, just singing and laughing; the anticipation of the show and the night in Atlantic City... it was just all so positive. The shade took care of us as we tail-gated with some cold beers. Even though I was the only one dancing like a fool to Matisyahu, it felt really fucking good to move my body to some reggaerock. 311 played an amazing set. They always do, but they were especially tight, and pnc's sound is so on. AC was a little rough since we got there at 1am, but hey-- we're troopers. I only lost $3 at the slots and that 4am chicken sandwich was the most satisfying thing ever. Ocean City was such a neat little town, I didn't want to leave as soon as we got there. (Yes, I just said 'neat.') The beach was gorgeous, the water was warm (for me), and the waves were rough. But my outdoor shower takes the cake. And then Silverchair on Friday.... jeeeeze ...... I haven't felt that way at a show since the first time I saw Incubus. I wanted to take off my pants. But Jill didn't think that was a good idea. And even though work was long and boring on Saturday, I went to a birthday party and was up till all hours with friends I hadn't seen in a while. And when I woke up in the morning, I was in the best place I could possibly think of.

I had been waiting for this week for months. Even through everything that has been going on, I decided that I was going to splurge on positivity and actually enjoy myself, rather than just talk about how one day things will get better. I felt guilty. I really did. And I feel guilty now. But I can't let myself. The pain of others is upsetting, but you can't let it debilitate you. That probably sounds selfish to you, but if it gets me to feel hopeful, then fuck it.