She's making me feel like I've never been born.

I took myself out for oysters and onion soup, and then played the open mic at the local coffeehouse. Kev has loaned me his copy of the Complete Beatles Chordbook, and I've been wildly happily learning songs right and left. Tonight I played "Baby's In Black" and "She Said She Said" (deeply satisfying three-chord rockouts -- love that A7), and closed with "Julia". I was awesome. I'm just sayin' it, it's true. I busted out three killer songs tonight and I got applause, and let me tell you, that stuff is nice. Still not as nice as the music, though.

Here's the first paragraph of a story I'm working on now:

In a country far away to the north, beyond the dim blue mountains that are higher than they look and stretch farther than they seem, like the sky, and that, like the sky, no one has ever crossed except the birds; on the other side of the dim blue mountains that, unlike most mountains, remain dim and blue even when you are close to them, down in a wide, dusty valley like a floor that has never been swept, a farmer named Peter lived alone in his weed-choked fields.