song for the day is "Broken" by Seether with Amy Lee(of course of Evanescence)--she's a great singer/performer/pianist and looks good while she sings or doesn't---check out "anywhere but home"--a live evanescence dvd where you can really see how good Amy Lee and the rest of that band are.
Another night, bad but not unusual or unprecedented--wonder if i will ever wake up not more tired than when i went to sleep and without a headache thrown in for good measure--no i am definitely gonna have to take up drinking and work my way up to partying and drinking--i could model myself after Yeats or another Irish writer, Brendan Behan, who wrote a great book about his brother, Dominic, who was in IRA at 16 and went to Borstal prison--name of book was Borstal Boy and I think Dominic wrote the song, "Patriot's Game"--one of my favorite songs that's a cautionary poem about patriotism and nationalism---anyway Yeats and Brendan Behan were legendary drinkers. Or maybe even Bon Scott, the first frontman for AC/DC--who was a great singer who lived the lifestyle and unfortunately died of alcohol poisoning.
broken?---no, i am not broken--maybe a little bent, especially around the edges--supposed to see a neurologist in Tampa in about a week---for a 90 minute appointment--why?--mainly because my primary doctor discovered that in order to be in the program i am in now, that i was supposed to see the doctor in charge of it over five years ago (of course, i haven't) and she wants this doctor to get to know me--kinda makes you feel all warm and toasty bout medical systems--don't it?----oh, i forgot to say, this is the VA (Veteran's Administration) system---as she was explaining all this, i couldn't help but think about an old Ray Steven's song--don't remember the title but my favorite lines--"you can hug me all you wanna while we're in Daytona, but you're never gonna Tampa with me"---ok, the whole song is a lot funnier (more funny?) one of my main complaints is that the doctors i see (i.e. specialists) are so damned compartmentalized that like the rheumotologist i saw the other day said, (paraphrased) "yes, i can see you have problems with pain but you will have to talk to your pain management doctor--yes, i can see you have fatigue problems, you need to talk to your neurologist about maybe prescribing--and then he mentioned a drug--but i can't prescribe any of those things for you"-----and we had a nice friendly visit after that---nope, i don't need for the doctor to be my "new friend"--- i would rather have an arrogant sob like House, who would actually do something.
i am rethinking writing contests--whoda thunk?--right--maybe buy 25 lotto tickets instead--or eight 3 dollar tickets and a single $1 one---or--well the possibities are endless------it would be a lot more palatable (i like that word--kind rolls off your tongue--or your palate--sorry--)to be a starving poet with a lot of money--the alternative would be to change my writing style and subjects to the kind of thing that seems to be getting published now-stripped down, depressing, --no, i won't---i am cynical enough as it is
thunderstorm rolling in now--
another weekend winds down, take care--BY THE WAY, IS ANYBODY OUT THERE?
-will-
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oh that was "You're Never Goin' To Tampa With Me". it's a 1980 recording by Ray Stevens. the whole idea of the song is the man in the song is on vacation during spring break and the women have southern accents to where the word tamper comes out as tampa and they constantly tell him that he's never going to tamper with them but in southern speak it's "you're never goin' to tampa with me".
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