This morning

I woke up hungover, apartment a mess, huge list of emails to return.  I took a shower, ate a mushy banana, and then put on music in my room and felt my happy heart, that I know is still happy under a layer of Chinese grime, pounding happiness like it hasn't in so so long.  When that happens it makes me want to pray to something and meditate and call my parents and reminisce and cry.  It all comes down to music.