Gotta find something... no, there it is

I should be in bed. I went to a movie with a friend and it gave me a bit of a boost. Between having seen that movie before and not getting enough sleep pretty much all week, I ended up taking an hour long nap. Afterwards I had to sit there and try to figure out how to rehydrate my eyes. All is well. And irrelevant.

I waited until the very last minute to get my album returned to B&N. I had an extended amount of time due to buying it around the holidays. Thinking it was more than enough time, I kept putting it off. I literally waited until the very last day of the extension to remember to take it back. At least I didn't forget it entirely.

I don't have a good transition for this next topic. We'll just say I'm discussing my day. Anywho, a downside of not living alone*: I feel the urge to indulge in music at the oddest times. Like now. Very late in the evening. I've also woken up very early in the morning (like 5 AM, early) and had a sing off with myself. I won every singing competition EVER that morning. Back to now. Everyone else has gone to bed. The person that shares a wall with me, a thin wall with me, has to get up early in the morning. Fortunately, deep sleepers are not scarce here. I'm in my room with an album playing. An album that only stirs in me the desire to sing along. At a range that means I have to sing louder to get the song out properly. I am a bit obnoxious in that way.

I often have dreams of being more musical than I am. I have dreams about going to parties that have sing-alongs. Being in a room with other musically inspired people playing the guitar. Accompanying each other. Different dreams feature a pianist. Sometimes I'm the pianist. I once had this elaborate dream that involved me having a troubled child that was at his most calm only when he sat on the piano bench with me for hours listening to me play. It got him through his troubled teens. I'd listen to the radio and play along to give my skills a healthy flex. Even once he became an adult, our hours of sitting next to each other while I played the piano were frequent and sometimes the only way he could rationally think through his problems. He was a serious mama's boy and I was pretty skilled in that dream.

There is one dream where I was not Sara Bareilles, but in her shoes in the process of working out one of her songs. I've had the lounge singer dream. Soulful music coming from the band behind me. Even if people weren't enthralled by my singing, I was always far too wrapped up in the song to notice. In real life, music is with me when I'm awake and when I'm asleep. Like reading, it has the power to transport me to other places. Nothing has the power to calm me down or amp me up like music. It's my all time favorite thing in the world, second only to laughing.

Hmm. That was a roundabout entry for me to get my bearings to gush about my love for music.

*I realize I say I'm discussing my day then move right into a broad subject of simply being me.