I played the music at a cultural event today, and will be doing the same tomorrow and Sunday. I played tolerably well and people said they enjoyed it. Whenever I play I always think of my lovely lady friend who is no longer with us. If it weren't for her persistent but kindly nagging I would have never had the guts to go to uni. She would have been delighted to see me finally playing in public.
Traces of the uncomfortable mood I woke up with have stayed with me all day. I have been thinking about my closest friends and worrying about them incessantly. Thoughts, conversations and faces have been going round and round and round in my mind all day. I expect I'll pop up to the pub after dinner in the hope that I may see one or two of them there.
I'm still feeling a bit tearful and have a pins-&-needly sensation in my arms and hands. All this combined with my erratic sleep pattern has left me feeling very tired.
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