I appear to be suffering from stress. Defined thusly:
Stress: The confusion caused when ones mind overrides the body’s natural desire to choke the living shit out of some asshole that desperately needs it.
Sigh.
This can’t be good
I love waking up to emails like this. And why does the Weather Service always use all caps? Geez.
AN ARCTIC COLD FRONT WILL MOVE QUICKLY ACROSS THE AREA EARLY THIS MORNING. TEMPERATURES WILL QUICKLY FALL TO BELOW FREEZING BY LATE MORNING. ANY LINGERING PRECIPITATION BEHIND THE FRONT WILL LIKELY FREEZE ON CONTACT WITH THE SURFACE. THE POTENTIAL EXISTS FOR ICE TO FORM…MAINLY ON ELEVATED ROADWAYS INCLUDING BRIDGES AND OVERPASSES. ICE ACCUMULATIONS ARE EXPECTED TO BE LIGHT. THE PRECIPITATION IS EXPECTED TO TAPER OFF THIS AFTERNOON.
So at the moment (10 AM) it’s 26 and kinda rainy. Yeah.
Empty spaces?
My mind is fucking bizarre. Pardon my French. In one day I go from Rocky Horror to Pink Floyd on the brain. And the only way to please the earworms is to write about it.
BTW, if you aren’t familiar with this song, it’s because here in America they don’t play it on the radio. It was left off of the album (the lyrics were on the sheet but the song was changed to the short vesion). I liked the lyrics as a teen, even without hearing the song, and finally picked up a recording of a concert and fell instantly in love.
Here is the version from the current Roger Waters tour:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Whtxg4CBuMkWhat shall we use to fill the empty spaces
Where waves of hunger roar?
Shall we set out across the sea of faces
In search of more and more applause?
Shall we buy a new guitar?
Shall we drive a more powerful car?
Shall we work straight through the night?
Shall we get into fights?
Leave the lights on?
Drop bombs?
Do tours of the east?
Contract diseases?
Bury bones?
Break up homes?
Send flowers by phone?
Take to drink?
Go to shrinks?
Give up meat?
Rarely sleep?
Keep people as pets?
Train dogs?
Race rats?
Fill the attic with cash?
Bury treasure?
Store up leisure?
But never relax at all
With our backs to the wall.