Who would have thought... I would love Meat so much

I have been listening to Meat, and others, sing Jim Steinman songs for several weeks now. This is an alert to self. How is it that a person can miss the brilliance right before them so easily? What other gems has this gal not yet opened herself up to? It excites me, like there are presents yet to be opened, waiting for me, and they might not be to far off...
On the flip side, how is it that I have had such a change of heart about Meat? Is it possible that all it took was exposure or is it that life is so much more enjoyable with a story-teller? Whatever the truth, I like Steinman and I like Meat.

Three in the morning and I am having the first sense that maybe I could go to bed and survive tomorrow... not perfectly, but I could live with it. Having fallen asleep in a staff meeting today has upped my concern about my stamina for the next 40+ days... and I am still asking who I am doing this for? ME? Oh, how nice of me! To do all of this for me?! I really must be committed to me- I'll have to remember that when I'm feeling down. I'm here in P.A., for ME. Thanks me. That's real dedication. I ought to treat myself to another latte.