The Big Green House

Friday, October 10, 2003

 

Everything flows

Feeling much more well-rested today, thanks to our old friend diphenhydramine. (The active ingredient in Benadryl.) 25 milligrams before bed and it�s eight hours of the deep and dreamless for me. Or it would have been if Neighbor Dog, who seems very keen to find out firsthand if all dogs do indeed go to heaven, hadn�t started barking his fool head off at 5:30 this morning. Fortunately, I was prepared this time � I stuck my Rock & Roll Earplugs under my pillow before I went to bed. (Wow, there�s an album title waiting to be used. Do you think I could sell Rock & Roll Earplugs to Lemmy?) As the echo of the first bark was dying away I stuck the plugs in my ears, rolled over, and finally awoke for good at the crack of 10:00 AM, as god intended.

The upshot is that I came in to work all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed today. No, really, I did. Then The Man went and crushed my soul, thereby killing the buzz I�d generated for myself by listening to Four Thousand Seven Hundred and Sixty Seconds: A Short Cut To Teenage Fanclub at dog-frightening volume and singing along. All those lovely harmonies (the band�s, not mine), all those jangly guitars� all for naught, as I am now in a fairly shitty mood. It will be my weekend in about three hours, though. Fear not, my friends, for I will soon be gettin� my groove back on.

And regardless of all that, I still think My Morning Jacket sound like the Outlaws.

bmarkey 10/10/2003 09:16:00 PM