I’ve been so swamped with work lately that I’m beginning to feel like a zombie. I like Mondays. I’m energetic, enthusiastic, ready to face the world. Saturdays are the hardest. I feel like a log on Saturdays, going narcoleptic in front of my computer most of the time, doubling my dose of coffee to perk me up. (yeah I know, I know it’s bad.) I love Sundays! Sundays are ME time. I love hanging around the house in the clothes I slept in, flipping channels, eating junk food whenever I want to. Sigh.
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Just discovered Yellowcard last month, courtesy of my good friend Pia. Love their songs! Here’s one in particular I play over and over again….
“Back Home”
Don’t know what I was looking for when I went home, I found me alone
And sometimes I need someone to say, “You’ll be all right. What’s on your mind?”
But the water’s shallow here and I am full of fear, and empty handed after two long years
Another sunny day in Californ-i-a
I’m sure back home they’d love to see it
But they don’t know that what you love is ripped away
Before you get a chance to feel it
Back home I always thought I wanted so much more, now I’m not too sure
Cause sometimes I miss knowing someone’s there for me and feeling free
Free to stand beside the ocean in moonlight
And light myself a smoke beneath the dark Atlantic sky
Another sunny day in Californ-i-a
I’m sure back home they’d love to see it
But they don’t know that what you love is ripped away
Before you get a chance, before you get a chance to feel it
Everybody here is living life in fear of falling out of line
Tearing lives apart and breaking lots of hearts just to pass the time
And the eyes get red in the back of your head, this place will make you blind
Put it all behind me and I’ll be just fine
Another sunny day beneath this cloudless sky
Sometimes I wish that it would rain here
And wash away the west coast dreaming from my eyes
There’s nothing real for them to see here
Another starry night in Californ-i-a
I’m sure back home they’d love to see it
But they don’t know that what you love is ripped away
Before you get a chance, before you get a chance to feel it
Of course it sounds even better when they play it. 
This song reminds me of why I am here. It’s so true of California. However, I’ve been missing my family there lately. 
Another sigh.