[updated!]
As much as I love nachos--and, boy, do I love nachos!--when I eat them for dinner, they give me the strangest dreams.
In one of the milder dream episodes last night, my car was dismantled before being towed away by a tow truck operator. (True to form, I dived into the car as it was being towed away, as he also removed her doors. Aye!) The reason for the dismantle/tow job? A 2 week late $30 parking ticket I forgot to pay. The tow truck guy showed me the ticket--a ticket that was carved into wood. (I guess I'm not special enough for a stone carved tablet ticket. Geez!)
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ps. It's 2:30 and I have an incredible burst of energy that started at 10 o'clock (ok, 10:30) when I finally pulled myself out of bed with an ice cream bribe. I never got around to actually eating the ice cream, but instead jumped on my MASSIVE to-do list.
I thank the nachos. Sure, they give me funky dreams, but WOW, they do me good.
Flesh 'n Blood by Oingo Boingo (arguably the best band ever, next to Pavement) came on a few minutes ago and inspired me to get up and dance. Instead of bestowing my regular janelle renée song of the day award, I hereby award it and intoduce an upgraded award, janelle renée song of the week.
Flesh 'N Blood, by Oingo Boingo
Over time I've come to feel
That everything must come apart it seems
From the little child to the man of power
From the beggar to the angel of my dreams
From the thinnest thread we are sewn together
From the finest string we dangle over time
From the highest wire do we walk through fire
Should our balance ever falter
Should our steps be unaligned
Such a big storm, yeah such a strong wind blowing
Such a loud voice calling for me to cross the line
But I'm not gonna give up the ghost
No, not gonna give up the ghost
I'm not gonna give up the ghost, no not gonna give it up
cause I haven't the strength to hold out too long
If we both hold on together we can make each other strong
After all, we're flesh 'n blood
Drop the mask, take away the house
And forget about the income and the car
We're all the same underneath our shell
We've all been to hell, and we know what it's like
And we've shared each other's sins
We all know what it's like to give up the fight
We've all been ashamed at one time or another
We all have dreams and nightmares, too
When it all comes down we'll look out for each other
(no one else will)
But when I hear the call, when I feel the thirst
When the catcher comes to take my soul
He's gonna have to fight me first
Every cloud has a silver lining
And every soul is tender to the touch
We are made of stone, we are made of steel
And we're all the same when we return to dust
But when I hear the call, when I feel the thirst
When the catcher comes to take my soul
He's gonna have to fight me first . . .
After all, we're flesh 'n blood
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