Anthony vs. How Much It Hurts to Not Sleep
May. 9th, 2006 12:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
antoniusrexEvery scratch, every click, every heartbeat
Every breath that I held for you - 45
There`s a stack of shellac and vinyl
Which is yours now or which is mine? - 45
Here is a song to sing to do the measuring
What did you lose, what did you gain, what did you win?
Bass and treble heal every hurt
There`s a rebel in a nylon shirt
But the words are a mystery I`ve heard
Till you turn it down to thirty-three and a third
`Cause it helps with the elocution
Corporations turn revolutions - 45
--45 by Elvis Costello
Been running crazy. Had a GREAT saturday. Felt good. Long Day. Too bad (or good) that it ended at 5am. Which hurt. So much. Had to be on set to help out at 11am on sunday (though, honestly, there were some of the HOTTEST extras ever on set. Jeebus...women in suits...prrrrr..). Which meant that I had to leave the house at 9am-something. Got back home, clear and out at 2am.
Work sucked today. mucho tired. STill tired.
Got a call from Mom. Her blood pressure spiked, she got the nauciouseousness, bad head and the sickies. Thought it was bad. So I ended up leaving work to go and drive her home, play car shuffle with the help of one of her friends, and then back to work. While fighting off the sleep that seems to have passed me over. Which is bad, because I'm dying dying, hurtin'. Brain dead. slurring speech. fun.
Now can't sleep. Took a short nap, and now I'm dead. And tomorrow's going to be a pain...kill me now...
Going to try and send photos via dial up. Suck.
Believe it or not, I'm actually in a pretty good mood. I'm just in burnout mode. But actually, having a good time. Life is...actually...good? Concept.
I just need to find some bass and treble to heal my heart.
Every breath that I held for you - 45
There`s a stack of shellac and vinyl
Which is yours now or which is mine? - 45
Here is a song to sing to do the measuring
What did you lose, what did you gain, what did you win?
Bass and treble heal every hurt
There`s a rebel in a nylon shirt
But the words are a mystery I`ve heard
Till you turn it down to thirty-three and a third
`Cause it helps with the elocution
Corporations turn revolutions - 45
--45 by Elvis Costello
Been running crazy. Had a GREAT saturday. Felt good. Long Day. Too bad (or good) that it ended at 5am. Which hurt. So much. Had to be on set to help out at 11am on sunday (though, honestly, there were some of the HOTTEST extras ever on set. Jeebus...women in suits...prrrrr..). Which meant that I had to leave the house at 9am-something. Got back home, clear and out at 2am.
Work sucked today. mucho tired. STill tired.
Got a call from Mom. Her blood pressure spiked, she got the nauciouseousness, bad head and the sickies. Thought it was bad. So I ended up leaving work to go and drive her home, play car shuffle with the help of one of her friends, and then back to work. While fighting off the sleep that seems to have passed me over. Which is bad, because I'm dying dying, hurtin'. Brain dead. slurring speech. fun.
Now can't sleep. Took a short nap, and now I'm dead. And tomorrow's going to be a pain...kill me now...
Going to try and send photos via dial up. Suck.
Believe it or not, I'm actually in a pretty good mood. I'm just in burnout mode. But actually, having a good time. Life is...actually...good? Concept.
I just need to find some bass and treble to heal my heart.
