I keep getting hooked on classic rock tunes. Up all night I could not sleep The whiskey that I drank was cheap With shakin hands I went and I lit up my last cigarette Well the sun came, night had fled And sleepy eyed I reached my bed I saw you sleepy dreamin’ there all […]
* you’ve got to run like hell. Okay, warning: more navel gazing, (not naval gazing) ahead. Ahem. This is too long, so here’s a more button (that’s a more, eh?)
I know I shouldn’t keep dipping into classic(?) rock lyrics to tell my stories, but this came on the radio and it seemed soo fitting. Guess what we did on Saturday? More than once? Go ahead, guess. (taps foot) OK, perhaps this classic rock lyric could be a clue: