Friday, September 26, 2008

Fractured thoughts.

  • I need more Bruce Hornsby and the Range in my life.
  • I think manna tasted like honey mustard.
  • Last night I discovered that singing Mariah-Carey-style-at-the-top-of-your-lungs in the shower must result in hyperpoxia because MAN I was awake and could think clearly after that. DESPITE the fact that it was midnight and for the 5th night in a row I was going late on 5 or less hours of sleep. See, these sentences make very little sense. I bet if I sang "Vision of Love" like I did last night, I could think clearly again... but I won't scare these kids out of lab. My conclusion:

"Don't worry that it's not good enough for anyone else to hear.

Just sing, sing a song."

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