6:58, are you sure where my Spock is?
Ears
Ears
Ears…
— Not Quite Tori
I often get random lyrics swirling around in my head. I think that happens to most people. The lyric du jour is not actually a lyric, though. For some reason, my brain insists that Tori Amos’ Spark would be vastly improved by the above substitution in lyrics.
I wouldn’t be suffering from this malady, if I had been motivated to burn some new CDs for the car. Most of the current CDs in my car are ones I made to listen to while arting. They work fabulously well for that, but they don’t do a whole lot to enhance the driving experience. Which is why, I guess, my brain started making up random lyrics on its own.
It could also have something to do with the fact that, though I went to bed early last night, I took Benadryl because my allergies were acting up. Usually, Benadryl makes me comatose, but last night, it made me wired-tired. I kept waking up, not knowing if I’d actually been asleep, or if I’d been awake and my mind had just been wandering. When I did finally fall asleep, I had weird dreams that kept waking me up. All in all, it was not a very restful experience, so I cannot recommend this product and/or service. Ugh.
red paper boat 