greenstorm | I Want

To share this music with someone who will find it as much a joy as I do.

I slept last night. I slept a long, long time, waking up beneath doubled blankets with warm flesh beside me. I woke and posted on livejournal. I made breakfast and did dishes. I went back to bed and luxuriated and slept and woke and drowsed and got up and showered.

I came back with the CD and put it on and started laundry and went back to bed.

The house is warm.

Before I was high on joy, buzzing, vibrating, through the roof. Now it's settled into a luxurious warm purr in my belly and a prickle across my skin. I can feel this music there, on my skin. I said this before, once, and it's true again now too: I feel like warm poured cream. I want to sit here and type out the lyrics as they come up for you, but really the songs must be heard.

I wish I could describe this happiness better, this dizzying juxtaposition of joys that is my life. Oh, well.

Tillie and I will be making some T-shirts.

I'm gonna make one or four for me that says: LECH. I'll make one for Crazychris too, we'll see if he'll wear it. :>