I can’t seem to face up to the facts
I’m tense and nervous and I
Can’t relax
I can’t sleep ’cause my bed’s on fire
Don’t touch me I’m a real live wire
I’m watching Stop Making Sense on Netflix on the computer. Yes, I don’t even have to wait for the freakin’ mail anymore. (sucks that I have to use IE, instead of my beloved Opera, but hopefully that’s temporary)
Grammy doesn’t care much for the Talking Heads, though =O
Praise the risen Jesus!