Mornings have suddenly become sharp and cold, and snap at you to get out of bed as you force yourself into a tight warm ball and cling desperately to the remaining vestiges of sleep before the alarm warns you one last time to get up. Chilly mornings are the worst, depending on the context. Horrible for when you need to get up early when the earth feels frozen and go to work, but nice if you have the day off and are sharing a warm breakfast with mother and poopies/a friend. I know it sounds crazy to be complaining of the cold in Southern California, but we have our moments here every now and again, and I'm biased because I love/need warmth and sunshine (it doesn't help that my eyes snap open at 6 am every morning these days either). It feels more like Thursday than Tuesday because of the massive amount of deadlines we suddenly faced at the office today, but we pulled through. I went to see Lykke Li at the Fox Theatre in Pomona on Monday and it was mind-blowing to the point of being life-changing, but maybe I was just in a goood mood. No, Lykke Li was amazing and her energy and complete command of the audience was like watching some kind of ethereal high priestess working her magic on a spellbound audience.
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