Tonic

 

Five o'clock, that's what time I woke up. Laid in bed till six, showered, spilled my morning Emergen-C cocktail all over my arm--post shower--and floor, at work before seven, sat, called into board meeting, was named executive director, finished board meeting, took care of business the rest of the day, hit a school site at four, toured and touted our program to funder--lobbying for 50Gs--drove over to Beth's, picked up Oliver the dog--Beth is packing food for Haitians--at Chipotle heard Radiohead "Faust Arp"

. . . Wakey wakey rise and shine
It's on again off again on again
Watch me fall like dominoes
In pretty patterns
Fingers in the blackbird pie
I'm tingling tingling tingling
It's what you feel not what you ought to
What you ought to,
Reasonable and sensible
Dead from the neck up
I guess I'm stuffed, stuffed, stuffed
We thought you had it in you
But no, no, no
For no real reason

Squeeze the tubes and empty bottles
I'll take a bow, take a bow, take a bow
It's what you feel not what you ought to
What you ought to,
The elephant that's in the room
Is tumbling, tumbling, tumbling
And duplicate and triplicate and
Plastic bags and
Duplicate and triplicate
Dead from the neck up
I guess I'm stuffed, stuffed, stuffed
We thought you had it in you
But no, no, no
Exactly where do you get off?
Is enough
Is enough
I love you but enough is enough,
Enough of that stuff
There's no real reason
You've got a handful of feathers
You're gonna melt into butter . . .

drove home to more Radiohead, home at 630, savored tacos and chips and guac, watched The Office,

Walk dog. iPod. All Radiohead. Long walk.

Tonic.