number 9, number 9 (part I)

    This is a beautiful, lazy Saturday that is not turning out to be very lazy. I was with someone last night who was battling a headache, and that affliction seemed to have leached into me. I felt it on and off all night; I would wake and have the fleeting thought that I should get up and take something for it, but I was snuggly and warm and comfortable, so I stayed in bed and hoped that it would abate before morning. Alas, I woke at 8:00 on the dot with my temples throbbing in rhythm with the sounds of SWC waking up below. I had to get out of bed and start the day.

1. Dance with You Live
Sittin' on the beach
The island king of love
Deep in Fijian Seas
Deep in some blissful dream
...
Deep in the heart of it all where the goddess finally sleeps
After eons of war and lifetimes
She smilin' and free, nothin' left
But a cracking voice and a song, oh lord...    I ate breakfast sitting on the couch with my back to the window, with my legs curled under me inside my huge yellow fluffy robe, eyes closed, chewing as delicately as possible so I wouldn't jar my brain. Between bowls of cereal (it had been a l-o-n-g time since I'd eaten) I took a variety of drugs--allergy, vitamin, Rx migraine pain--so they would be able to kick in as soon as possible. I tried to think calm, relaxed thoughts.

2. Go Home Barenaked Ladies
...There's nothing better than affairs of the heart
To make you feel so good then tear you apart
Make up your mind and stick it out or start again
...
If you're lucky to be one of the few
To find somebody who can tolerate you
Then I shouldn't have to tell you again
Just pack your bags and get yourself on a plane
If you need her, you should be there
Go home...3. Home Duncan Sheik
When I'm with you,
It feels like I'm home.
And you are with me,
No longer alone.
And how can it be?
It feels like I'm home...    The headache seems to have receded. I can still feel it, but it is...veiled. I have shifted into productivity, albeit reluctantly. It is beautiful outside: the sun is shining very brightly, the sky is light blue and cloudless, there is a strong breeze. Since I haven't been out, I could imagine it to be 75 or 80 degrees, if I hadn't seen the SWC guys toodling around on their pallet-lifters in bulky sweaters or sweatshirts, and customers arriving in jackets and coats. Current conditions at weather.com say it's 44°F but feels like 39°F. Ick.
4. Angel Shaggy
Girl, you're my angel, you're my darling angel
Closer than my peeps you are to me, baby
Shorty, you're my angel, you're my darling angel
Girl, you're my friend when I'm in need, lady

You're a queen and so you should be treated
Though you never get the lovin' that you needed
Could have left, but I called and you heeded
Begged and I pleaded, mission completed
Mama said that I and I dissed the program
Not the type to mess around with her emotion
But the feeling that I have for you is so strong
Been together so long and this could never be wrong...    So. The laundry is nearly finished, with only bedding and towels remaining. I need to vacuum the bedroom and the kitchen. Nick noticed, and was kind enough to point out, the need to dust... everywhere... last night, so I suppose that will be done sooner rather than later. I managed to accomplish something this morning that I haven't done in ages: I made jewelry. Of course, I didn't make the necklace that I promised to a coworker nearly three months ago, nor the one that I will be paid for upon completion, but one for myself and one for the friend with whom I had dinner last Monday. To have done anything creative is such a huge change in mental state, though, that I can't help but be pleased with it.
5. Woke Up with Wood ZZ Top
When I woke up this morning
I was feeling mighty good.
My baby understood had to do what she should
lying near a pile of wood.
Laying it on some,
playing with it some
when I, I woke up with wood...6. Fly Sugar Ray feat. Super Cat
All around the world statues crumble for me
who knows how long I've loved you
everywhere I go people stop and they see
twenty-five years old my mother God rest her soul
I just wanna fly
put your arms around me, baby...7. Rock Lobster B52s
We were at the beach
Everybody had matching towels
Somebody went under a dock
And there they saw a rock
It wasn't a rock
It was a rock lobster...    And now it's time for me to get into the shower so I can really start the day. Nick's coming over after work. We're doing something--the usual Saturday plan, which is a non-plan. We'll do whatever, probably have lunch at the diner and then either drive to the conglomer-burb to the east to window shop for aquatic animals or books or come back here and watch movies on DVD, or take a stupidly long nap. There is a rumor that we might go to a movie at the theater, for the first time in 2 years, but it remains a rumor.
    There is something scary in the works: a few people in blogville may meet him in a week or so. Real life and, well, a different part of real life converging. I am not worried....
8. Anna Begins Counting Crows
My friend assures me, "It's all or nothing."
I am not worried I am not overly concerned
My friend implores me, "For one time only,
make an exception." I am not worried
Wrap her up in a package of lies
Send her off to a coconut island
I am not worried I am not overly concerned with the status of my emotions
"Oh," she says, "you're changing."
But we're always changing

It does not bother me to say this isn't love
Because if you don't want to talk about it then it isn't love
And I guess I'm going to have to live with that
But I'm sure there's something in a shade of grey,
Something in between,
And I can always change my name
If that's what you mean

My friend assures me, "It's all or nothing."
But I am not really worried I am not overly concerned
You try to tell yourself the things you try to tell yourself
To make yourself forget I am not worried
"If it's love," she said, "then we're going to have to think about the consequences."
She can't stop shaking I can't stop touching her and...

This time when kindness falls like rain
It washes her away and Anna begins to change her mind
"These seconds when I'm shaking leave me shuddering for days," she says
And I'm not ready for this sort of thing

But I'm not going to break and I'm not going to worry about it anymore
I'm not going to bend, and I'm not going to break and I'm not going to worry about it anymore
It seems like I should say, "As long as this is love..."
But it's not all that easy so maybe I should
Snap her up in a butterfly net Pin her down on a photograph album
I am not worried I've done this sort of thing before
But then I start to think about the consequences
Because I don't get no sleep in a quiet room and...

The time when kindness falls like rain
It washes me away and Anna begins to change my mind
And everytime she sneezes I believe it's love and
Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing

She's talking in her sleep
It's keeping me awake and Anna begins to toss and turn
And every word is nonsense but I understand and
Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing

Her kindness bangs a gong
It's moving me along and Anna begins to fade away
It's chasing me away She disappears and
Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing