I did not sleep well last night. The evening leading up to my attempt at sleeping was wonderful. The wife and I were experiencing the rare occasion that we had no children at home, and went out on the town. Well, we went out for a dinner and a movie. Dinner was yummy, Italian style crab cakes and a nice Cabernet. Then we drove across town to watch Sweeny Todd: Demon Barber of Fleet Street. The wife is a big Sweeny fan, and in fact this was her second viewing of Tim Burton’s version. I’ve seen the stage play on video some time ago. A very macabre musical, fun, gore and Helena Bonham Carter’s heaving bosom, what else can anyone ask for?
After a very nice showing we returned home, and after some ‘frolicking’ (did I mention the kids were gone?) I proceeded to attempt sleep. I had a hard time falling asleep because I was having some post nasal thing happening and killer heartburn from what I guess was the crab cakes. Once asleep I was having a hard time staying there because I kept seeing Johnny Depp slashing throats with his razor to the tune of the Doobie Brother’s “What a Fool Believes”. I can understand why I was seeing Johnny Depp, but Michael McDonald?
No wise man has the power to reason away
What seems to be
Is always better than nothing
- Loggins & McDonald
... then again.
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