Last night? I had no fever, but I was almost delirious.

Most of the night I had “The middle of the road” going through my head, stuck on random snippet repeat.

The middle of the road is no private cul-de-sac. I can’t get to the curb to the cab without some little jerk on my back.
Don’t harass me, can’t you tell, I’m going home I’m tired as hell.
I’m not the cat I used to be. I gotta kid I’m thirty-three, baby.
Get in the road. C’mon now, in the middle of the road, yeah!

Sometimes it was just the “hoooooo-oooo-ooo” parts.

Another song? “Burning down the house”

Watch out
You might get what you’re after
Cool babies
Strange but not a stranger
I’m an ordinary guy
Burning down the house

WTF?

Then I had this horrible dream where terrorists managed to sneak a nuke into Houston (since HS seems to have a hard time looking at container ships) and they blew up Houston, which would normally not faze me much except in my dream there was a prevailing southern wind and we live only 100 miles away so I’m driving all over town trying to get kids from school, day-care, etc and trying to hit the road to get away and they are all like “I want a happy meal!” and “Where’s my Gameboy?” since a road trip just doesn’t happen, it must be organized. Sheesh.

then I finally get back to sleep and what do I have playing in my head? Yeah, Back on the Chain Gang.

Ooh. Aah. Back on the chain gang.