I had a breakfast sandwich and a coffee this morning.

I did my daily music practice.  The process of going back and forth between guitar and singing still really helps my concentration problems.  I’m currently working on two Paramore songs: “The Only Exception” and “Daydreaming.”  I texted and asked Doc about transitioning more smoothly into my higher register – I text him with questions all the time; he never should have given me his number!

I read as well today.  I got through the first half of my latest Entertainment Weekly issue.  I’ve put away the book Emancipated – not the first teenage drama I haven’t been able to finish, actually.  Instead, I’ve started a brand-new book.  It’s called Behind the Beautiful Forevers: Life, Death, and Hope in a Mumbai Undercity by Katherine Boo.

Here’s the summary:

In this brilliant, breathtaking book by Pulitzer Prize winner Katherine Boo, a bewildering age of global change and inequality is made human through the dramatic story of families striving toward a better life in Annawadi, a makeshift settlement in the shadow of luxury hotels near the Mumbai airport. As India starts to prosper, the residents of Annawadi are electric with hope. Abdul, an enterprising teenager, sees “a fortune beyond counting” in the recyclable garbage that richer people throw away. Meanwhile Asha, a woman of formidable ambition, has identified a shadier route to the middle class. With a little luck, her beautiful daughter, Annawadi’s “most-everything girl,” might become its first female college graduate. And even the poorest children, like the young thief Kalu, feel themselves inching closer to their dreams. But then Abdul is falsely accused in a shocking tragedy; terror and global recession rock the city; and suppressed tensions over religion, caste, sex, power, and economic envy turn brutal. With intelligence, humor, and deep insight into what connects people to one another in an era of tumultuous change, Behind the Beautiful Forevers, based on years of uncompromising reporting, carries the reader headlong into one of the twenty-first century’s hidden worlds—and into the hearts of families impossible to forget.

I had lunch, listened to music, called my surviving grandfather to say hi.  Then I took countless shitty selfies on my phone before finally finding a nice picture to put as my new Facebook profile pic.

I watched part of the first episode of Sense8 on Netflix.  I’m trying to find a new Netflix series to focus my attention on.  Not sure if this is the one for me.  Will have to think about it.  The musician girl and the Seoul businesswoman interest me the most, and we’ve seen the least of them.

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