Last December I was stuck tapping away on my laptop around the clock until my bleary eyes couldn't handle tiny font and I had to continuously increase the size until the print was huge. At the time I had just moved into this apartment, the temperature had plummeted, and I was trying to figure out how to eat when I didn't have a microwave yet (yup, I'm one of those). It seemed like a bleak start to the holidays. What kept me company during those long hours was a PBS special on the evolution of rock music, which played on loop so many times that I could repeat the commentary word for word. So tonight, when my mom called to tell me that it was on again, I couldn't resist flicking over to that channel to hear The Beatles. That was the sound that kept me sane a year ago when I was cloistered here by myself with nothing but a laptop and an unbelievably large stack of papers.
And since I was listening to The Beatles into the wee, wee hours of the morn, it took an equally invigorating artist to wake me up again when it was time to trundle back to the office. Despite the lack of sleep associated with this song--or, perhaps, because of it--nothing makes me want to bop around in the morning more. So here's to the start of our week.
- I
(Photo credit to the lovable Boo!)
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