Since I can forget something - literally - in seconds, I want to get this down now while I still "have it".

I noticed something the other day driving home after work while listening to the radio. If I'm not blindly angry or absolutely wracked with despair, in other words just feeling my regular day-to-day bag o'crap; music makes me feel better. Better as in approximating normal .

Granted, nothing revelatory about that. Yorkshire terriers are likely well-aware that music has a calming, healing, uplifting effect (unless it's Mahler who I hear tell was bipolar).

I just wish that the good feeling was sustainable. I wish I could....I don't know...get the music in to my brain...have it put in my bloodstream like an IV of super-duper strong antibiotics. I've been fantasizing about the feasability of surrounding myself, barricading myself with music on every side.

But I know that would come with drawbacks: me inside, music all around, and everybody else on the outside. Not really a good thing. Isolating. Ultimately too lonely to keep at it.

I can dream, though. And ever since that realization hit me, all I've wanted to do is live inside music that I love. I'm ok there...at least for a little while.