Me nots understandings.

This morning, my internal jukebox was playing:

When Justin sings, "I know you're out there somewhere"
I say, "You betta" (You betta you betta you bet)
When he sings, "And somehow I'll return again to you"
I SCREAM, "You betta!" (You betta you betta you bet) ...

Thas wo I said!

It's better than yesterday, when I was singing along with Danzig in the boss' car.

It is OK to be on different pages; especially when I'm crazy.

My internal jukebox is playing swoop-B-B♭-B, swoop-B B-B♭-B (because that is the backtracked mystery song on the audio clip I keep reloading because I fall asleep when it gets around to the Justin interview). He's not boring, he just puts me at supreme ease.

That's exciting about your grandbaby. In my subculture, getting slobbered on and having your stuff trampled is the highest of honors. Nobody would trust me with their children. The last girl I worked with got pregnant at age 12. Since I've not seen her, she had her baby. Now, she's 15 years old, in college, and planning to be a doctor.

In the world of the mundane, I got my car fixed today. That is a major stress-reliever The boss' mechanic offered to look at it, since the only dependable folks I know who work on such cars will fix things well, along with half the car. So, I said I'd walk laps around the block with The EVO!, and I kept seeing two guys working on the car. They bill $125/hour. I was getting nervous. But then it was done for $40.21. It's missing a grill, which the mechanic said I could replace with a potato masher It's a little rough, but quite professional. The mechanic builds race cars, so I was hoping he could rivet things back in place, but, except for the part of the bumper that got chewed up in the wheel, it is all like new. They had to pound something else back in place. I heard them talking about it before they shooed me on for more laps. I attribute my boss' influence to such a remarkable experience at the mechanics. I can turn corners without a horrible scraping noise anymore. How wonderful is that?

Whilst out, I picked up some herbs for the illness. Yesterday, I seriously thought I might die. Today, with Listerine, etc., I thought maybe my body would win after all. Anyway, walking around with The EVO! the little bags of herbs all fell out of the pockets. ISS otay. With the big auto savings, I thought today I would get serious about maybe buying a Justin ticket or two. I might even be able to give a friend without much luggage a lift here and there. Yay?

Me thinking of this song, with regrets for what might have been had I not been so contagious, trapped behind the glass curtains of my own passive-aggressive creation.