A Man of Constant Sorrow

It's still raining.

It's 8:50pm.

I am still packing.

Guh.

Rain, Rain Go Away

Since last Friday night, it's rained every day. Saturday was over a foot. Nothing quite so biblical since then. Nonetheless, it makes it difficult to want to get up and do stuff. Why do I just feel like crawling back in bed and hiding under the covers all day? Are there people that feel energized from the rain. What of the "positive ions in falling water." Guh. I can't wait to see the sun again.

In My Head

Swirling & twisting, taunting me, daring me to catch it; there's a song in there banging off my eardrums, pushing colors onto my eyes, tickling my tongue with rhythmic syllables. I want to shake it out of my ears, spit forth a chorus and be done with it. Echo echo down the hall, have I got no chops at all? I'm sure it's derivative - what else could it be? Maybe I need to listen to something else, lift a verse here, snip a hook there.

Somebody drop me a note.

We're In! Almost...Sorta...

If Boston loses on Sunday and Cleveland wins, they will meet at Fenway Park on Monday to decide the AL's last playoff berth. If Cleveland loses on Sunday, the Red Sox get the wild-card berth no matter what they do.

That's a good prospect IMHO. Boston will get to play the ChiSox in round one. I'd much rather play them than the Angels. Maybe this is a blessing in disguise.

Even though, I AM bummed that the Yankees clinch the division by virtue of their head-to-head season record. As if all the other games don't mean anything. If the Bosox & Yanks tie, a one-game playoff should decide it.

Poor bastards in Cleveland - snatching defeat from the jaws of victory. Ah well,it IS the mistake on the lake.

And then there's football, and hockey. Good thing I don't like basketball.

Let's play!!

Does This Really Define Me?

The Rules:

1. Go into your archive.
2. Find your 23rd post.
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.


Here is the fifth sentence of my 23rd post:

I like sex.

Well, duh - did I have to actually say it?