On some kind of wasted weekend
Pretty little girl
Expensive little world
Curiosity is peeking
Here today and gone by morning
Your ice cream cone is melting fast
Maybe Monday, maybe someday
Your lucky star won’t fly on past
-- Sheryl Crow

Ok, so I didn’t groove to The Clash this weekend, but it certainly was a wasted weekend. And guess what? I’m no better. I’m still stuck in a horrible funk that I just can’t shake. Oh well, this too shall pass. Besides, it was nice to pretend, even just for a little while, that I wasn’t a grown up with responsibilities and that The Dukes of Hazzard on Friday night would be followed by reruns of my also beloved Bewitched – just like it did on Fridays when I was small. “And remembers being small, playing under the table and dreaming.”

Anyway, I’ve also renewed my passion for “I Go Blind” by Hootie and the Blowfish – “In the morning, I get up and I try to feel alive but I can’t, something in me just won’t give me a chance.” Oh Darius, are you really broke enough to sing about the new chicken sandwich at BK? Now I’m doubly depressed –

Amy