Radio in my head

I wake up with an old radio head song stuck in my head. Stretch. Find the song while praising modern technology and I play it through the fender bass amp I borrowed indefinitely from my brother. It sounds eerier than expected as it echoes through the cabinet. The song stops. It's still in my head so I play it twice more while I clean the percolator and reset it for another lightly caffeinated day. Run water for dishes. Make leftovers for breakfast. The birds nesting in the raves are singing and I get a text from work. It's 9:30. I'll be there second shift to open.

I switch over to listen to the xx, my latest auditory obsession. Turn on the tea pot to warm the apartment as I go through a couple rounds of sun salutations. Lana del ray comes on. I get laundry together. The bird are fighting now. They sound like my impassioned neighbors who often fight over $5. The cat curls around my legs, and I put cat food on my shopping list.


I convince myself today will be a good day. I will go out tonight. I will have a good day at work. I will probably drink too much coffee and probably impulse buy some lotion or glovesand only mildly gripe about being broke. I will find someone to go to the brewery with me after work tonight.


I am only mildly cursing lending rent money to my vineyard helper. I was saving up for a new keyboard that works, but since that's on the back burner, I'm only mildly contemplating breaking into the church next door to play their piano.
At least this buys me time so I make sure I get the right one. And I'd feel like a spoiled little shit if I withheld money for a frivolous purchase while someone goes homeless, even if in the back of my mind I think 7-11 is probably hiring night shifts or something.  But I like him as a worker and as a person so I can wait.

Today, I will look on the bright side.