Without You

I love me some Air Supply, and this song, which came to me this morning while bedridden with a nasty virus, is no exception:

No I can't forget this evening
Or your face as you were leaving
But I guess that's just the way the story goes
You always smile but in your eyes
Your sorrow shows, yes it shows

No I can't forget tomorrow
When I think of all my sorrows
When I had you there but then I let you go
And now it's only fair that I should let you know
What you should know

I can't live, if living is without you
I can't give, I can't give anymore
I can't live, if living is without you
I can't give, I can't give anymore

I woke up with this sore throat on Wednesday morning. I tried to muscle through it -- went to practice, took my car in as planned, went to work -- but I got worse as the day progressed. This morning I woke up with the same maladies.

In addition to my physical symptoms, I feel stuck. I'm so tired of grief mode, and yet I can't ever seem to climb all the way out. It's frustrating, and I'm sick of it. In my experience when I feel sick of something, I am more likely to succumb to germs that are out in the world. I rarely get sick because I do a pretty darn good job of taking care of myself, but I'm sick now, physically and psychically.

At least there's Air Supply to keep me company, if not necessarily to uplift me:

No I can't forget this evening
Or your face as you were leaving
But I guess that's just the way the story goes
You always smile but in your eyes
Your sorrow shows, yes it shows

I can't live, if living is without you
I can't give, I can't give anymore
I can't live, if living is without you
I can't give, I can't give anymore

I can't live, if living is without you
I can't give, I can't give anymore

All Out of Love

Sometimes the Universe has a way of sending us a louder message if we've been conveniently ignoring the softer ones, and tonight, it had a helluva lot to say that I couldn't ignore any longer.

Alone at home, watching some United States of Tara, I marveled as I saw Max and Tara singing this classic as an impromptu duet:

I'm lying alone with my head on the phone

Thinking of you till it hurts

I know you hurt too but what else can we do

Tormented and torn apart

I wish I could carry your smile and my heart

For times when my life feels so low

It would make me believe what tomorrow could bring

When today doesn't really know, doesn't really know

I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you

I know you were right believing for so long

I'm all out of love, what am I without you

I can't be too late to say that I was so wrong

I want you to come back and carry me home

Away from this long lonely nights

I'm reaching for you, are you feeling it too

Does the feeling seem oh so right

And what would you say if I called on you now

And said that I can't hold on

There's no easy way, it gets harder each day

Please love me or I'll be gone, I'll be gone

Couldn't really be a more a perfect expression of where I am tonight. Thanks, Air Supply!