Today: The moon is mostly full and I feel it in my abdominals. They creak like old stairs headed to a dank basement.
I have slack eye from staring at one too many twinkling umbrella canopies. To remedy the situation, I have found a good eye exercise video.
In between sleep, work, eat, I'm putting together a version of Neil Diamond's Holly Holy, one of my all time favorite feel-good songs. Mine will more than likely not feel quite as good as his. Here is another version of the song by a man called Hugo.
The plaid slippers my sister gave to me for Christ's birthday are so damn cozy on my tootsies I could weep.
Lentils are turning my rump into a symphony of flatulence.
A total of 12 backup singers have replied to my ad and I must schedule an audition. Here are the first few lines of the song they will sing to me while sitting in traffic:
You go beep beep
It's 5 pm on Friday and we're goin nowhere fast
If they cut ahead of you your patience might not last
You go beep beep
Flip on your right blinker to get into your lane
And move your head slowly to avoid sharp neck pain
You go beep beep