Who Needs Sleep?
I can't sleep. I'm tired, but when I lay down my mind does everything but wind down.

To add insult to injury, I got an unbearable craving to hear The Smiths song That Joke Isn't Funny Anymore and that was like a chigger under the skin, burrowing further and further in. So I gave in: I got up, dug out the CD and the song is playing as I type. There are no words for my adoration of that section of the song "I've seen this happen in other people's lives and now it's happening in mine": the melody, the guitar, the vocals. Clearly Morrissey is no deep lyricist, but the music...the music... And I don't care how cliche it is to like How Soon is Now because it's just the same for me. I mean, there are other Smiths songs I like, but these two slay me every time and it's nearly impossible for me to hear them just once when I do hear them.

This song reminds me particularly of a couple of tendencies I have: one is to lean to darkly beautiful music (The Smiths, The Cure, Depeche Mode, Siouxsie, Mud Honey, Alice in Chains, Audioslave) during the winter months and the other is to lean towards songs with guitar hooks that are melodic. My husband always accuses me of trying to depress myself when I listen to the "dark beauties", but that's not what I feel when I listen. It makes me happy, it reminds me that it's not only poppies and tulips and bright things that are beautiful, but ferns and ivy and dark things are, too.

But anyway, it sure would be great it I could freaking get some sleep now. ::Sigh::

Perhaps I should watch the Lost episode we taped tonight - it seems to have several people stirred up so there must be something about it that's unexpected.

ETA: 3am, people. 3am. The sandman has not been kind to me this week. I didn't watch Lost but instead a movie I hadn't seen in awhile called Playing by Heart - and I have to say Jon Stewart and Gillian Anderson are terribly cute together.