9:15 on a Tuesday morning...I have yet to go to sleep. I am running on low fuel, but somehow have enough energy to function.
(Somehow refers to the prayers of faithful friends and family). As I let my hair air dry and recheck one of many projects, the song of all songs comes over the speaker. It goes a little something like this: "What's your flava', Tell me what's yo flava' (aaaaaay!)...etc..." It is really the worst song ever, oh but it is the best song ever. It has a beat like caffiene, giving me a jolt of can do. And so my day continues? I don't think that it begins because the last one never ended. I don't know...
Hey love, ya got me on my knees...won't you ease my worries now? I tried to give you consolation. Never meant to let you down. Like a fool, I've been in love with you; ya turned my whole life upside down... I have no idea what I am talking about. Just singing along with the radio. This deprevation is taking an obvious toll on the function of my sense. It would be better if you could hear me singing it to you rather than just reading the words, I'm sure. Oh well.
Off to face the facts...