I guess this is what happens when you’re stuck in your house for too long and you’ve coughed up every bit of whatever lines your throat and stomach.. You can only play the guitar/piano for so long, watch re-runs on the food channel, play with your dog outside, talk to the clouds, before you go.. wow, i’m bored, i’m going to start a blog. 

Note to anyone who comes across and happens to read this: There is a big possibility that my entries will somewhat resemble my journal entries in being completely ADD and all over the place. That’s just the way my mind works..

I’ll say today was successful on one front. I completed a new song..It’s called ‘nobody has to know’ and feels particularly relevant with what I’m going through right now. I love it when songs write themselves. There is no pleading, re-visiting, it just naturally takes its own shape. The story begins far out in an ocean, where I have swam out with someone without realizing how far we’d gone.. I think the bridge may be my favorite part. It relives a moment in time so vividly for me. It touches on how words can only say so much - I think that’s a common dilemna that I come across often. I’m always struggling to express just how much I feel but am always so bound by the limits of words.

Next topic : I am kind of a peanut-butter a holic. I’ve noticed that I probably eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches almost on a daily basis. It’s just a little odd because I remember being super disappointed as a child when I’d look inside my lunch box and realize I got the PB&J that day. Although what an ungrateful child, I should have been happy to have been packed a lunch at all !! ha.. 

On the topic of food. I attempted to go grocery shopping today. One of 2 attempts to go out into the world while sick.. BAD IDEA. Not only did an old man yell at me ’ you should’ve stayed home !!’, I made it for about 5 minutes before I had to run back to the car because of a coughing fit :/  And let me tell you, my cough is something else. As rude as that grandpa might have been, he did have a point in that my cough pretty much sounds like the end of the world. 

Oh my god it’s June. Holy cow, it’s June 1st. Where did the time go? 

Well this is my letter to my cold -

Dear Cold,

I appreciate that you rarely visit me and that out of all the years, you chose to visit me now (when I have a bit of a break). But you’re a nasty bugger and it’s time to go. Please leave, vacate, get out of my freakin my system..like now. Thank you :)

Sincerely,

Marié