Wednesday, November 21, 2007
The Last One
I am the last one awake. I've already poured out a beer, thinking I didn't need it, and maybe I was right, but I could have been wrong.
I'm getting another.
No, I'm not. I'm having enough trouble typing with the drinks I've had, let alone more. I'm also pissed at the supposedly wireless keyboard that cannot keep up with me. I turn up the Sirius Grateful Dead Channel. I feel mellow and water-logged.
I've said goodnight to a good friend who once lived here in Dogpatch, who once taught with me, who once had no children. She and her husband were our DINK friends. No more. She was sleep-deprived, overworked, guilt-ridden.
Ahhh, more later.
I'm going to dance to the Grateful Dead.
Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart.
Don't tell me this town ain't got not heart....
Shakedown Street
I'm getting another.
No, I'm not. I'm having enough trouble typing with the drinks I've had, let alone more. I'm also pissed at the supposedly wireless keyboard that cannot keep up with me. I turn up the Sirius Grateful Dead Channel. I feel mellow and water-logged.
I've said goodnight to a good friend who once lived here in Dogpatch, who once taught with me, who once had no children. She and her husband were our DINK friends. No more. She was sleep-deprived, overworked, guilt-ridden.
Ahhh, more later.
I'm going to dance to the Grateful Dead.
Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart.
Don't tell me this town ain't got not heart....
Shakedown Street
# posted by Chrissy Snow @ 11/21/2007 11:41:00 PM 
