Good Morning, Tiny Neighbor. Now out of my ear.
I woke up because I had rolled over onto a housefly and trapped it in my ear.
Ick, I thought. Then, "what if I was so small something could roll over onto ME?" Would I then also buzz around frantically, hurling my tiny body against the interior of the monster's ear canal? I guess maybe I would.
I then realized I had a song in my head. This happens pretty much every day now, since I hardwire myself to an iPod both for working out and doing homework, as if perhaps by this method my body will be distracted and not know what is happening. This morning it was something Michael Jackson had probably vomited up during a late night block party covered in glitter and LSD in the late seventies, and it included, allow me to ensure you, MORE COWBELL than anyone had ever encapsulated in a single song, before or since.
Cowbell, brain? I asked it as I crawled out of bed, an hour later than I wanted.
Ick, I thought. Then, "what if I was so small something could roll over onto ME?" Would I then also buzz around frantically, hurling my tiny body against the interior of the monster's ear canal? I guess maybe I would.
I then realized I had a song in my head. This happens pretty much every day now, since I hardwire myself to an iPod both for working out and doing homework, as if perhaps by this method my body will be distracted and not know what is happening. This morning it was something Michael Jackson had probably vomited up during a late night block party covered in glitter and LSD in the late seventies, and it included, allow me to ensure you, MORE COWBELL than anyone had ever encapsulated in a single song, before or since.
Cowbell, brain? I asked it as I crawled out of bed, an hour later than I wanted.