Friday, March 25, 2016 at 10:26 pm
Perfect.
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Perfect.
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It’s March! A time for madness. March Madness, if you’re into the whole basketball sports thingy. I was thinking about the March Hare originally. But there really aren’t a lot of songs I know about rabbits. Or hair.
So we’re playing with madness this month. Actually, I play with madness every month. Just not in the same way that Spo does. But this month I/we (being the Blobby) am/are showcasing some of the songs that–to me–are about madness.
I’m posting this from a Love’s fuel stop somewhere in Mississippi, on our way to NOLA for Easter weekend.
I don’t know if this counts as a “happier” song, especially compared to last weeks selection. But it feels like it deals with mental issues to me. Things my brain fights with me about on the daily.
Matchbox Twenty’s “Unwell”:
All day staring at the ceiling
Making friends with shadows on my wall
All night hearing voices telling me
That I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be good for somethingHold on
Feeling like I’m headed for a breakdown
And I don’t know whyBut I’m not crazy, I’m just a little unwell
I know right now you can’t tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you’ll see
A different side of me
I’m not crazy, I’m just a little impaired
I know right now you don’t care
But soon enough you’re gonna think of me
And how I used to be, meI’m talking to myself in public
Dodging glances on the train
And I know, I know they’ve all been talking about me
I can hear them whisper
And it makes me think there must be something wrong with me
Out of all the hours thinking
Somehow I’ve lost my mindBut I’m not crazy, I’m just a little unwell
I know right now you can’t tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you’ll see
A different side of me
I’m not crazy, I’m just a little impaired
I know right now you don’t care
But soon enough you’re gonna think of me
And how I used to beI’ve been talking in my sleep
Pretty soon they’ll come to get me
Yeah, they’re taking me awayBut I’m not crazy, I’m just a little unwell
I know right now you can’t tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you’ll see
A different side of me
I’m not crazy, I’m just a little impaired
I know right now you don’t care
But soon enough you’re gonna think of me
And how I used to beHey, how I used to be
How I used to be
Well, I’m just a little unwell
How I used to be
How I used to be
I’m just a little unwell
Until next time...
444 miles in 8 hours. Not to bad… for me driving!
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Dear North Carolina: you are such a pretty state, it’s just sad that your politicians are so ugly.
A couple people have asked as of late how the Husbear is doing, and I’ve been negligent on providing updates. Thank you for asking!
The Husbear has recovered/ing remarkably well. He’s back at the gym and on the treadmill regularly. He still gets swelling in his right leg on occasion, usually from standing on it all day at work, but nothing like the previous swelling. And he still has a large “dent” in this leg where the muscle was crushed, which will probably take years to repair itself, if ever.
And the gray hair he’s given me from this incident is coming in nicely… 😉
Until next time...
Got a few more hours in on this piece tonight. A little more line work and starting the shading.
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