Songs for the Days!

Okay, I wrote you a whole long glorious post yesterday and there was a posting error and it was lost. LOST. *facepalm*

I tried to re-write it, but it seemed my issues were symptomatic of the craptastic week I've been trudging through and so eventually I just gave up.

Sorry about that.

I'd write you some more, but I'm up to my eyeballs in school work so it's going to have to wait.

Basically the long and short of it, is that the weather went from sunny and hot to rainy and cold in no time. It's been hovering around 60 degrees and rainy in the mornings, which is unpleasant since I have to ride 10 miles to work at 5am but what can I do? Exactly. Nada. Just gotta pull on the big kid panties and get on with it. Which is exactly what I've been doing.

Other than that Dad has finally calmed down about the car accident and stopped updating me every 6 seconds. Now we're back to 2 phone calls a day, however, he tends to stick to politics, which as a general rule, I do everything in my power to avoid for a a whole slue of reasons I don't have the time or the energy to get into. Blah.

Goose is getting better, but is still really really sore and generally immobile.

I hope things have been better there than here. We miss you terribly and hope your well. Tons of love, from us to you.

Song of the day:



Too many words on the the tip of my tongue and
I can never figure out
When to speak when to shout when to shut up
When to knock myself out

I need a brainwash
Gray-matter bath
I need the clutter all
Thrown in the trash
I need a brain wash, cause I'm a loon

So could ya please throw my head in a tub?
I could really use a cerebral scrub
Wash away what I know
It's an overrated frontal lobe

Expensive thrills
sexual perversity
are always filling my mind

Mixed with guilt
Cause of bombs over Dresden
Are kinda bringing me down

I need a brainwash
Gray-matter bath
I need the clutter all
Thrown in the trash
I need a brain wash, cause I'm a loon

Cause I'm a psycho-babble brain
A real life looney-toon
A mixed up maniac, I'm certifiable
So put me in a room right next to Nicholson
And give me Thorazine Cause all I wanna do
Is sing traditional songs
But I like to sing in minor technologies
Not making sense
So could you please throw my head in a tub
I could really use a cerebral scrub
Wash away all I know
It's an over rated frontal lobe



And one for yesterday:


Running Bear loved Little White Dove
With a love, big as the sky.