and I cry

Classical music has become my one and only true love. I could lie in my bed, stoned, and listen to it for hours, nodding off into classical music themed dreams.

When I hear the beginning of a classical instrument in a song I get shivers down my spin (LISTEN TO The Suburbs(continued) By The Arcade Fire. Shivers.

When I hear the opening notes of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata I feel weak in the knees. Bach's Pachelbel's Canon (as cheesy as it is) makes me feel like crying and laughing all at once. Chopin's Butterfly Etude reminds of a better time (when I was a child and I had a ballet exam dance set to it).

I chalk all this up to the fact that I was raised for most of my music developing life by a classical background. Ballet everyday for nine years equates to piano everyday for nine years. Ballet symphonies for nine years. Opera's for nine years. Plus when I was a kind I had these classical music tapes I listened to fall asleep.

Currently I have Pachelbel's Canon going. I honestly believe it's one of the most beautiful pieces of music I've ever heard in my life.

So, as far as my life goes, it's going.

I'm a tad worried because I'm getting all these weird symptoms of the not fun thing I had last winter. I'm not too concerned though, it would be a nearly impossible feat. But that brings me to question my body and what's going on there.

I don't upkeep my health or take care of my body very well. But I'm starting to get the feeling that there is something else wrong. Anemia perhaps. I have all the symptoms.

It's just starting to get aggravating because I'm not able to function properly at work and they're getting aggravated with me. And that never bodes well.

Never.

Also, another really good song I'm really into right now, Frozen Notes by Warren Zevon