P.S. You Rock My World

It's Saturday. I'm grounded to my house until i get it clean. I've been traveling and working a lot lately and have seriously neglected my share of the responsibilities around here. The toilet in "my bathroom" has a moldy ring around it. I thought of posting a pic, and then thought better not.

I hate cleaning. You're body is busy, so your mind is left to do what it wants. It's like being stuck in therapy all day long, but the therapist is yourself. It's like that scene in Being John Malkovich when John goes into the portal to his head and everyone there is John Malkovich and he freaks out. I've always maintained that if you met yourself in real life, you wouldn't like you.

To escape the mental din, i made a massive playlist of music. And i forgot how much i love the Eels. They're lyrics are so quirky and profoundly real.

this is my favorite one. It saved my day:

"P.S. You Rock My World"

I was at a funeral the day i realized
I wanted to spend my life with you
Sitting down on the steps at the old post office
The flag was flying at half mast
And i was thinking 'bout how
Everyone is dying
And maybe it is time to live

I don't know where we're going
I don't know what we'll do

Walked in to the thrif-tee
Saw the man with the hollow eyes
Who didn't give me all my change
But it didn't bother me this time
'cause i know i've only got
This moment
And it's good
I went to the gas station
Old woman honked her horn
Waiting for me to fix her car

I don't know where we're going
I don't know what we'll do

Laying in bed tonight i was thinking
And listening to all the dogs
And the sirens and the shots
And how a careful man tries
To dodge the bullets
While a happy man takes a walk

And maybe it is time to live