With a whole lot of things on my mind - the majority of which are of mathematics beyond my grasp, and the remainder of which are not really blogworthy - I found myself zoning out in front of the TV. 100% zombie-fied. My guitar was a few yards away, but I couldn't drag myself over to play with it. The blog was in sore need of a post(something substantial, not this quasi-introspective double-speak), but I couldn't get myself to type. I am a couch potato tonight.
I'm tired, but it doesn't feel like bedtime yet. That is, I don't have that urge to crawl into bed. If anything, I find myself restless, bored, unsettled ... to borrow a phrase from that infamous sing-along, all I want to do tonight is take a midnight train going anywhere.
Finally it hit me. To easy my troubled mind, I need to self-medicate with good 80s music, with the kicking backbeats and primal screams that brought an end to the smooth music of the late 70s. I need to listen to a duet between Mr. Kenny Loggins and Sir Steve Perry.
Aaaah. Much better. Goodnight, sweet blogosphere.
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4 comments:
the blogosphere never sleeps and neither should you
*devil-eyed boy scurries back into his cave, hissing at Don and cursing the harsh light of the real world*
Don you should try Zanex and wine, I hear its good for sleeping.
to sleep perchance to dream
ay, that's the rub
to dream of bikes
and wheels spinning on golden hubs
missed you in PA, jerky
xo
m
don,
try watching 30 rock episodes online. they are awesome. and inspire you to dream of corporate glory when liz lemon can be your underling.
luv!
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