Jan 21, 2004 10:00
It's a god-awful small affair
To the girl with the mousy hair
But her mummy is yelling "No"
And her daddy has told her to go
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
Now she walks through her sunken dream
To the seat with the clearest view
And she's hooked to the silver screen
But the film is a saddening bore
For she's lived it ten times or more
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on
Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man! Look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the Lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?
sorry--that was in my head.
so, it be wednesday.
i am back to hot soup and hot beverages--my throat and ear are still being wonky! at least it's all on one side now instead of both. so there's SOME improvement. i think the shouting and hootin' and hollerin' at the show on monday just irritated the inside of my head, wasn't quite ready for it,i s'pose. ah well!
am finally going back to dance class though, whether i'm still sick or not, dammit! so, wish me luck. it feels like it's been forever. afterwards, am picking up mikey at nw anyway, so i will come in and say hi and perhaps stick around for one drink and i'll be starving by then so maybe dinner or something. don't want to be out TOO long, since i guess i'm still sick, but it would be neat to see some of ya's.
off to find out who delivers soup.