"....and forget about life for awhile"

It's been a while. I'm sorry. I haven't felt very inspired lately. Well, maybe thats not true, but i haven't been in a state of mind where i feel good about sitting down and writing stuff out. For instance, i have had a headache for the better part of three days, and even today, the ache in my neck and the pounding in my head will not allow me to linger long here at the computer. It's been a very intense few days, with doctrinals, travelling to and from Westlock, Cara losing and then finding a new practicum at the very last second, and so on. There has been a lot going on.

I'm doing alright, Cara moves down here tomorrow and i will be house-sitting for the dean again this weekend. This weekend also holds great opportunities for our school soccer teams who will be battling rival school Rocky Mountain College. Both our mens and womens teams defeated them last time and i hope we will remain unbeaten.

Anyway, i can't focus and none of this is very interesting to anyone.

Song of the day is "Piano Man" by Billy Joel.

"It’s nine o’clock on a saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There’s an old man sitting next to me
Makin’ love to his tonic and gin

He says, son, can you play me a memory?
I’m not really sure how it goes
But it’s sad and it’s sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man’s clothes

La la la, de de daLa la,
de de da da da
Sing us a song, you’re the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we’re all in the mood for a melody
And you’ve got us feelin’ alright

Now john at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he’s quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
But there’s someplace that he’d rather be

He says, bill, I believe this is killing me.
As the smile ran away from his face
Well I’m sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place

Oh, la la la, de de daLa la,
de de da da da

Now paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And he’s talkin’ with davy who’s still in the navy
And probably will be for life

And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, they’re sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it’s better than drinkin’ alone

It’s a pretty good crowd for a saturday
And the manager gives me a smile’
cause he knows that it’s me they’ve been comin’ to see
To forget about life for a while

And the piano, it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say, man, what are you doin’ here?

Oh, la la la, de de daLa la, de de da da da"