It's Saturday

Tunes heard:

I'm in a lonely room, Hank Williams sings a lovesick blues
winter's walking up the avenue and I ain't seen the sun shine since the sixth of June
but I tell you this:
don't call a doctor, I'm gonna get better
don't run for the priest, I'm gonna find some faith
just because I burned my bible baby, it don't mean I'm too sick to pray
(Alabama 3, courtesy Erica)

please return this to sender, I can't really say that I'm in
don't call back, no don't bother, I won't pick up the phone again
and I've listened to you, and you've spoken true
when all is said and done, find another one
please wait sir, things get better, just hear what we've got in store
if you give me a moment I could describe it to you some more
and I've listened to you, and you spoke untrue
when all's said and done, find another one
you're a point in this argument, you're a number not a name
(Statistics, courtesy Pandora)

I work 9 to 5, it starts in the PM
and I love the sunrise so I step out in the AM
the street is black and shiny from the nightly rainin'
the glory of the light brings evaporation
morning's fresh oxygen cleanest
I take a deep hit to help my mind stay the greenest
I'm already awake so I'm not drinkin coffee
don't want a cigarrette cause it's a form of slavery
(Spearhead, courtesy The Current)

I turn my camera on, I cut my fingers on the way
on the way, the way I'm slippin away
I turn my feelings off, you made me untouchable for life
yeah, and you wasn't polite
it hit me like a tom, you hit me like a tom, on on and on
(Spoon, coutersy Natalie)


Discoveries made:

A film canister holds $6.50 in quarters.

Last week, for the first time in 23 years, I began feeling the need for regular doses of coffee to feel awake and alert. I don't know why.

A Killian's Red twelve-pack box doesn't collapse very well because it is ever so slightly trapezoidal.

One-to-many communication technologies (such as blogs and Facebook) are very good at supplementing the interactions of friends. Not so good at replacing them.

"The 40 Year Old Virgin" was, in fact, pretty funny. Who knew.

Filing the up-piling bills and statements is a decent thing to do on a Saturday afternoon with Friday night's hangover. No, really. It is. ... ........ Bugger off.

Three drinks at the Red Dragon on an empty stomach is a Bad Itea(TM).

Everybody's wingin' it.