Boz Scaggs and more...

Don't ask me why, but I have Boz Scaggs running through my head 'it's 3:00am, it's me again and wouldn't you know? Things would have to end this way...' Okay, maybe because when I woke up, it was in fact, 3:00am, I couldn't go back to sleep and decided to create this blog. But now it's 6:00am and that damn song is still running through my head.

'I did my best the perfect guest knew when to go...perfect you knew when to stay.'

Wow. Now it's really stuck. Damn.

I can't sleep. But that's nothing new. Perhaps it's because I think too much? Yeah, I do think too much. And everyone tells me that's a bad thing. I wonder though, how can THINKING too much be a bad thing? It's not like I am stealing too much or coughing too much or littering too much. No, I am simply thinking too much. Humpf. I am not bothering anyone with my thinking. I do not think rudely or loudly. I am just thinking.

What am I thinking about? Hmmm. Let's see. I am thinking about the fact that I have 17 more days before my daughters get back from Dallas. I am thinking about a new job. I am thinking about my friend and her painful divorce. I am thinking about boyfriends and the lack thereof. I am thinking about WHY that makes me crazy. I am thinking about how not to think about that.

'C'mon, tell me that you love me dear...I've been feeling down some too. After all I made it clear, I've been waiting just for you'

Ick. Boz Scaggs. And his song "What Can I Say?" Is that why that damn song is running through my head?

'C'mon, tell me that you love me dear...I've been feeling down some too. After all the time that I made it clear, I've been waiting just for you'

(Certainly not for the lyrics, she said hopefully.)

Anyway, the sun is coming up. I need to go back to sleep. Maybe when I get back up, I will listen to the whole damn Boz Scaggs Silk Degrees CD.

Who knows? Maybe I won't. But I am sure I will think about it.