Now darkness has a hunger that's insatiable, and lightness has a call that's hard to hear

I've had the most unproductive morning I've had in a long long time. I woke up really late, late enough that Saved By the Bell wasn't on and TBS had moved on to King of the Hill, so I watched that, followed by A Mother's Fight for Justice (on the Life channel, not Lifetime) which I watched despite mum's cringing over the phone. I love seeing her on TV and recognizing jewelery she's wearing that she's work for years, or expressions in her delivery, or the way she touches the actors playing her children like she does us, and here I'm thinking of that hand to the back of the neck or ears. It's nice to remember what being around those things regularly was like.
Last night Emma had given me the remainder of a giant bag full of plump golden raisins so I supplemented breakfast (still trailmix) with those, and then sat on the couch for forever. Really, I can get sucked into TV like it's my job, and it's the most unproductive thing imaginable. Right now I just came upstairs, and it's already 2:30 here. I've got to be at the restaurant by 4. The tube ate my day.

It's felt like a rough series of days, weeks I guess. At least they've been entirely music-oriented, whether it's the Children's Choir or the Church solo gig or the Tufts conducting. I'm glad to have musically busy. I wish I saw more of Kate (although that's really a matter of my insane schedule), I wish all of this with Emma were easier, I wish I had someone to call up and go out to dinner with when I was coming home late after the children's choir rehearsals, I wish I were around Mum and Dad more often (they're very good for going out to dinner with, especially Mum who insists on having the waiter bring over the food BEFORE she's ordered it so she can see what it looks like *snicker* ...muffins...), I wish I had people to spend time with here to whom I didn't feel like I was trying to prove myself. Maybe that's why I'm so willing to have a day wasted in front of the TV. Nothing to prove to the Saved By the Bell cast.

Alright, I've got to snag my laundry out of the dryer and shower before work. No one likes being served by the waitress who has armpits of doom.