My brain was running a thousand miles an hour going over and over everything in the greatest of infinite detail. Reliving moments as if they were happening just moments ago. Just as I felt I was going to drift off and start dreaming my thoughts would intrude and ruin everything.
••I feel like a piece of soggy toast that has been run over…several times.
Thankfully, what I thought was a 12 hour drive was in actuality an 8 hour drive. So, I got in early and relaxed till Gail got in and then we had one errand task to accomplish. We got right to it and have been spending the rest of the evening jest relaxing and trying not to yawn at each other.
We are both so beat, each in our own ways.
It has quickly become an early night and wish us both sweet dreams.
Dexy's Midnight Runners - Come on Eileen
The stomping Irish version of the SAFETY DANCE!
Poor old Johnny Ray
Sounded sad upon the radio, he moved a million hearts in mono.
Our mothers cried and sang along and who'd blame them.
Now you're grown, so grown, now I must say more than ever.
Go Toora Loora Toora Loo-Rye-Aye
and we can sing just like our fathers.
Come on Eileen,
I swear (well he means) At this moment you mean everything,
With you in that dress my thoughts I confess verge on dirty
Ah come on Eileen.
These people round here wear beaten down eyes
Sunk in smoke dried faces they're so resigned to what their fate is,
But not us, no not us we are far too young and clever.
Remember Toora Loora Toora Loo-Rye-Aye
Eileen I'll hum this tune forever.
Come on Eileen, I swear, well he means
Ah come on let's take off everything,
That pretty red dress Eileen (Tell him yes)
Ah come on let's, ah come on Eileen, please.
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