Listening to '"Love Rollercoaster", by Ohio Players (Play Count: 1)
Shameless. That's what I am. I've been remiss in keeping up with what's going down. So much unaccounted, so many mentions going unmentioned, shameless I say. Why just yesterday I was at work and Skippy asked me if I was still going to help Scott Proctor with his move to Crawfordsville Rd. I had completely forgotten that I had even promised to do that, and I didn't have access to the truck. It's not that I'm not willing or happy to help out my friends with things like that, I just forgot (besides I hadn't seen Scott in a week as he has been under the weather with strep and has been out), so I called Scott and arranged to come
over and apply my hands and muscle, if not transportation. Just a couple days earlier I had helped Mel and her dad Doyle unload some furniture at the Shoffner manse way out on Jupiter (see I do things like that. Twice already this week, even). In the last year I've helped Connie Z move, and Travis and Liz too, so don't even get it in your head that I don't help my friends when help is needed. Sorry. I get defensive when I imagine I'm getting some shit from my friends when I'm typing this post (I'm channeling you all the time, so I know how it is, see).
Listening to ''Brick House'', by The Commodores (Play Count: 1)
Anyway, Mel called me and asked if anybody was boxing. I said I was and didn't plan on meeting up with Skippy at Scotts until around 7, she even offered to purchase a couple oat sodas for me as repayment for the aforementioned assistance, I willingly accepted. Rich was going to be late if at all at the box deal since he was picking up Steve (his brother) at the airport. Wilson had asked me if I knew where there was a Chase location other than on the circle, as he wanted to withdrawal some fast cash for an early evening at the box for some moderately priced beverages. As it turned out Rich and Steve made it to the box and Mike didn't, Mel and Jenni were there of course and Jenni was already there when I arrived. Kay made her appearance translucent and we all looked at each others corporeal countenances. Nick poured or opened and all was well at the well.
WELL.
Listening to ''The Morning: Another Morning'', by The Moody Blues (Play Count: 2) While I was inputting all of that nonsense I began to get very drowsy, I hadn't slept well the prior two nights, and awoke with a burgeoning migraine headache on Saturday morning at 4:20 which I medicated and attempted more repose to limited regional success. I go on about it now because it is now 8:06 AM Sunday Morning. Succumbing to the drowsiness cost me about 12 hours and hopefully recharged those dwindling batteries. No, it was not beauty sleep, I am immune to that particular aspect of sleep and awoke with the same garish guise I wear over my cranial endoskeleton.
I have 29 songs in my iTunes that have mornings is ether-epistle.
Listening to ''Train Leaves Here This Morning'', by The Eagles (Play Count: 2)
So I have been speaking of helping and sleep, and recapping both of those things with a little of the latter and none of the prior in between. I have slept and am now trying to regain the track for the record. Unfortunately repose may have redesigned my thought flow, therefore on this 500 race day It's a New Track Record! How odd that I would put a shameless pun in as I was regrouping my mental vapors and fibers to get on with it. What have I become in the Urban Times? A Brooksian punster? E-gad a pun cad! I will stop and start afresh, I ow that to my publics, not to mention my privates!
Listening to ''Morning Train'', by John Prine (Play Count: 2)
Looks like the Morning songs have taken a different train of thought lately too.
"Constantinople, is a mighty long word,
got three more letters than Mockingbird
You put me on a Morning Train,
You put me on a Morning Train,
Ain't no need to explain
You put me on a Morning Train"
John Prine, "Morning Train." I'll be right back. Promise.
Chuck Pace © 2007
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