tangledupinblue

Don't the moon look good, mama,
Shinin' through the trees?
Don't the brakeman look good, mama,
Flagging down the "Double E"?
Don't the sun look good
Goin' down over the sea?
Don't my gal look fine
When she's comin' after me?

~~~~~~dd~~~~~~~

Nine mile skid on a ten mile ride, hot as a pistol but cool inside.
Cat on a tin roof, dogs in a pile,
Nothin' left to do but smile, smile, smile!!!!

~~~~Bonus Dead~~~~~~~~~

Hey you all, what's shaking? Nothing major going on over here. Just took a long walk home from work, replaced my Odelay cd at Borders and had a crabcake for my dinner. Now I'm chilling with the puglets, one on each of my feet. I feel pretty content and kind of wired. Maybe it's the walk. . . really the first time I walked any length since my surgeries in December. It's a good feeling. My legs feel so heavy now, though. I hope I can learn to trust my body again. Right now my technology is dicey. But considering how close I came to having some really serious problems, I'll take heavy legs with gratitude. Yahoo! fantasy baseball opened today which is neat. My office mates and I are going to Atlantic City for the draft. I'll try and get them all drunk to dull their drafting acumen and I'm sure they'll try some dirty tricks too. I got a team over at the SG SportsZone . . . never thought that I'd be playing fantasy baseball with folks from this site, but so much the better! Sports and shittalking are apaprently universal, and I think that's a good thing.

Till next time, take care of yourselves and each other.

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