On the subject of musical brainbugs, this morning I had the following Belle and Sebastian verse stuck in my head:
San Francisco’s calling us, the Giants and Mets will play/Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay?
Turned on Fox while feeding Ms. AB her lunch snack... guess which two teams were playing.
And "Piazza, New York Catcher" may be the prettiest song Stuart Murdoch ever wrote.
I wish I were Tom cause he seems to have it better!
I have surfed, swum, kravved, sunned, taken a bubble bath and had two iced chai lattes.
I'm doing okay.
I'm only having a diet coke, but I am on my balconey, and I have hard lemonade and yummy food inside for when I want it.
And "Piazza, New York Catcher" may be the prettiest song Stuart Murdoch ever wrote.
I think it's one of the prettiest songs anyone has ever wrote. It's a favorite of mine. The only problem today is that Piazza's on the DL.
My parents just got on the road, headed to Jackson, MS.
I hate this. I would rather be there, in the middle of the freaking out, than here, and unable to do anything except worry.
My mother said she didn't know what to take, but she grabbed the family pictures. I have too many people to worry about. Aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents.
Dana, good ~ma to you and yours! May everyone be all right.
Dana, that helpless to do anything but worry feeling sucks. I hope everyone is okay and doesn't lose anything.
I need to lie down.
I did this. For longer than I should have, even.
Mmmm. Beer. I think there's some iced tea in the fridge, but I think that's it.