
I really enjoyed having Monday off since that meant that I did not have to be at DAL for 12 hours today! It also meant I could stay out at Ryan's last night and watch the Colts and Chargers football game which was quite the thriller. Both of us were on edge as the score kept getting closer and closer. Finally with a little under 2 minutes the Colts had a chance to put the game away but by some miraculous force Adam Vinateri missed a 29 yard field goal attempt and the Chargers held on to win 23-21. Ryan promptly went to bed in disgust while I slept with my Chargers jersey on because I was just so happy. Who would have thunk that Manning would throw a whopping six interceptions.
And on a different note.....
I am putting up a video of a song that I've been listening to non-stop the past few days. Some people have singers sing songs to them in a dream and that makes it special for them. For me it took an acoustic version on a beautiful hill to love the song. The lyrics in it are genius.
One two three four
Wakey wakey
              rise and shine
              it's on again, off again, on again
              watch me fall
              like dominos
              in pretty patterns
              fingers in the blackbird pie
              I'm tingling, tingling, tingling
              it's what you feel now
              what you ought to, what you ought to
              reasonable and sensible
              dead from the neck up
              because I'm stuffed, stuffed, stuffed
              we thought you had it in you
              but no, no, no
              for no real reason
Squeeze the tubes and empty bottles
              and take a bow, take a bow, take a bow
              it's what you feel now
              what you ought to, what you ought to
              an elephant that's in the room is
              tumbling, tumbling, tumbling
              in duplicate and triplicate and
              plastic bags and
              duplicate and triplicate
              dead from the neck up
              I guess I'm stuffed, stuffed, stuffed
              we thought you had it in you
              but no, no, no
              exactly where do you get off
              is enough, is enough
              I love you but enough is enough, enough
              a last stop
              there's no real reason
You've got a head full of feathers
              you got melted to butter
 

2 comments:
Those lyrics are sung to me!
Faust Arp is beautiful, and gentle, and so very flickering... I really really like this song.
And the webcast was amazing, I'm really happy I was awake that night.
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