Last Week

I have this song stuck in my head. But the acoustic version, which I couldn't find a video for. It's okay; this version is beautiful too.




I love the solo after she says, "I'd like to tell you all about it". Right around 2:10.

I'm flying solo at work today and tomorrow. I should be working but I feel like writing instead. I'm getting Summer Camp syndrome, where everything has this feel of calm, fragile, preciousness that comes when the mind finally realizes you won't be seeing it again. It's not a sad feeling. It actually makes everything seem special and beautiful. Like your last day on earth.

Now that I've washed my hair I can actually tell what the lady did. It feels a lot nicer, although I do miss the crackling sound I used to get squeezing the ends of my hair together. The front is shorter which makes me a little sad, but it doesn't flip out quite as badly. I'm pretty sure I'm growing it out to about my chin. We'll see how it goes.

I took the Uglies to the dog park yesterday and ran them around a few times. Kasey and I sat in plastic chairs in the shade and watched them harass other dogs and their owners, get drinks out of the communal water bucket, and push their panting, smiling faces into every curiosity. I'm listening to Cesar Milan's book on my iPod and applying the ancient Mexican secrets therein. My dogs will see me as the pack leader yet!

Okay, it's nearly Eleven. I better do some things besides blog and read web comics.

- David

My, those quiet eyes become you