Oh you're very sweet....

I have an exam this morning, I'm dreading it, blah. I think after I take it, I am going to come back here and clean like hell before I have a meeting. Then after lunch and the meeting I'll work in the afternoon, at least get all the samples I am working on dried down. I still have dishes, laundry and grocery shopping to do. Blech. Today is going to be a long day.

It's really frustrating, I can't get my damn printer to work no matter what I try...grrr..

I am listening to the Weakerthans...again. If you've never heard them, you really should look them up. They rock my socks. I also got some cool Ukranian alt-punk and am still addicted to Romanian pop, plus I am on another Marlene Dietrich and Rosemary Clooney kick.

Alright I am going to relax a bit before the exam.

Oh here's somemore weakerthans lyrics cause this song kicks and I dunno, I just really like this song today.

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Weakerthans "Reconstruction Site"
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Well I'm lost,
I'm afraid,
Rope tied down to a leaky boat,
To the roof of a car on a road in the dark and it's snowing.

If I'm more,
Then it means less,
Last call for happiness,
I'm your dress near the back of your knees and your slip is showing.

I'm a float,
In a summer parade,
Up the street in the town that you were born in,
With the girl at the top wearing tull,
And a Miss Somewhere sash,
Waving like the queen.

Beauty's just another word,
I'm never certain how it's spell,
Go tell the nurse to turn the TV back on,
And throw away my misery,
It never meant that much to me,
It never sent a get-well card.

And I broke,
Like a bad joke,
Some bodies’ uncle told,
At a wedding reception in 1972.

Where a little boy under a table with cake in his hair,
Stared at the grown-ups feet as they danced and swayed.

And his father laughed and talked on the long ride home.
And his mother laughed and talked on the long ride home.
And he thought about how everyone dies someday.
And when tomorrow gets here where will yesterday be.
And fell asleep in his brand new winter coat.

Buy me a shiny new machine,
That runs on lies and gasoline,
And all those batteries we stole from smoke alarms,
And disassembles my despair,
Never took me anywhere,
It never once bought me a drink.
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