So Much For Going to Bed Early.

I really need to sleep, but I can't yet. I'm reading about old bands I used to like on blogs and it makes me happy and disappointed that things aren't the same anymore.

On my drive from work I happen to look over at the lovely spot between the trees on the exact right spot on the 57 and I could see the orange sun as a perfect backdrop for Los Angeles. I swear she looked taller and more proud than I've seen her lately. Maybe the entire city hopscotched a mile or two inland and it really is closer to me. Or maybe she's happy that she got a good shower this morning. I only hope that she doesn't try to shake dry at 3 am.

So, at this precise moment, while passing that lovely spot between the trees on the exact right spot on the 57, "Los Angeles, I'm Yours" by the Decemberists randomized up on my stereo and that was a nice coincidence because I always feel like I'm in my own movie in my head and that's probably the song I would picked for this scene.

I've realized it's futile to hope for a photo of this city from this far back. Maybe Maria and I can go up on the hill next the mausoleum again and try to get a photo of the San Gabriels and Los Angeles during rush hour. It's worth a try. Being an adult is busy work though, you know.

I wish I had my own time-traveler friend from the past so I could take him around and show him all the cool things we have now, like traffic signals and cameras, and too much time on our hands. And freeways with shining cars. Since he's a brave adventurer who wears goggles and a leather coat and not a regular citizen of his time, I think he'd be amazed and not scared.


glow in the dark bracelets - I dedicate this post to you.