Sandman – Girls Who Wear Glasses

So it’s another new year.

I usually take December off when it comes to my writing and my content. I have been fan-girling on the Sandman audible production and the Sandman TV show that is coming. Like really really REALLY fan-girling. I am green with envy over those who have got to see the theater version of Ocean at the End of the Lane. I mean it. I am BITTER.

I have started listening to the audio version to try to get over myself. I keep falling asleep to it though so I can’t even tell you what I know about the book other than the synopsis. Neil Gaiman make your voice less palatable for once so I can actually get through a book without being lulled into a coma. kthanx.

I love you but dude. Srsly.

@neilhimself

Your voice makes me feel safe. Comforted. Giddy like a school girl. So many of the best memories of my life start with you. When I get the chance to shut out the rest of the world, your words are like soul food. Your voice unlocks my imagination. No one has done that since I first started reading Anais Nin. You two are my literary role models. You never disappoint. My brain is constantly in such chaos but I hear Neil or read Anais and I escape.

I have been spending the past month doing my best to hold it together while my Mom is in the hospital. She won’t come back to me for a while. It hurts.

But you both make it better, even if it is for a little while.

I put my ear buds in and Neil’s voice puts me to sleep. He truly is my Sandman.

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