Diane that is really wierd.
Maybe you can see the future or something, wouldn't that be a nasty case of deja vu for the both of you if that actually happens now?
I have an obsession with the following song so I thought I'd share before I go to bed and try to catch up on the sleep I missed last night.
Caring is Creepy- The Shins
I think I'll go home and mull this over
Before I cram it down my throat
At long last it's crashed, the colossal mass
Has broken up into bits in my moat.
Lift the mattress off the floor
Walk the cramps off
Go meander in the cold
Hail to your dark skin
Hiding the fact you're dead again
Underneath the power lines seeking shade
Far above our heads are the icy heights that contain all reason
It's a luscious mix of words and tricks
That let us bet when you know we should fold
On rocks I dreamt of where we'd stepped
And the whole mess of roads we're now on.
Hold your glass up, hold it in
Never betray the way you've always known it is.
One day I'll be wondering how
I got so old just wondering how
I never got cold wearing nothing in the snow.
This is way beyond my remote concern
Of being condescending
All these squawking birds won't quit.
Building nothing, laying bricks.
Love that song. The Garden State Soundtrack is dominating my mind and mood.
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