Finally Ambulatory?

I swear to god! I feels rather nice to finally get off my bed! Not that I don’t like my bed. In fact, I love it. However, I must say that I have never been bedridden for an entire week–roughly. Yes? The last time I was basically ambulatory was last Saturday. I was fairly good yesterday but I still thought it best to laze around all day.

I had planned to actually go out and get some groceries today but blessed Grocery Man has come to the rescue! He called earlier but I was still sleeping. He actually called to see if I wanted to do a grocery run with him today. We hadn’t spoken since he came to my “rescue” (yet again), to bring me the Robaxecet last Sunday. *PA makes frowny face at Robaxcet*

Anyway, he knew nothing about the aftermath of that, nor the Seizure-y Goodness. So, he offered to take wee PA out tomorrow. This is a good thing. She does have some food but really. Things are getting quite sparse in the sustenance department.

Oh, but this is good! I have been waiting simplyforeverfor this to show up on YouTube which can be quite stupid and frustrating I am finding these days. I don’t know why. Is it me or is it YouTube? No matter.

As a result, I have only been able to stream the song and not play the video. I have beenin lovewith this song ever since it came out when I was a teenager. It suits me quite well in terms of the lyrics because I’m rather pathetic in the romance department? Granted, at least I have a good sense of humour like Lloyd?

And true, this past period wasn’t a “Lost Weekend,” no…it was a “Lost Week.” Also, I didn’t go to Amsterdam. More like to the Moon first and then off to Saturn for a bit. *laughing*

Lost Weekend by Lloyd Cole and the Commotions

It took a lost weekend in a hotel in Amsterdam

And double pneumonia in a single room

And the sickest joke was the price of the medicine

Are you laughing at me now may I please laugh along with you

This morning I woke up from a deep unquiet sleep

With ashtray clothes and miss lonely heart’s pen

With which I wrote for you a love song in tattoo

Upon my palm ’twas stolen from me when jesus took my hand

You see I, I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it

Drop me and I’ll fall to pieces so easily

I was a king bee with a head full of attitude

Wore my heart on my sleeve like a stain

My aim was to taboo you

Could we meet in the marketplace

Did I ever hey please did you wound my knees

You see I, I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it

Drop me and I’ll fall to pieces

Yes it’s too easy and theres nobody else to blame

Will I hang my head in a crying shame

There is nobody else to blame, nobody else except my sweet self

Again it took a lost weekend in a hotel in Amsterdam

Twenty four gone years to conclude in tears

That the sickest joke was the price of the medicine

Are you laughing at me now

May I please laugh along

I was a king bee with a head full of attitude

And ashtray heart on my sleeve wounded knees

And my one love song was a tattoo upon my palm

You wrote upon me when you took my hand

You see I, I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it

Drop me and I’ll fall to pieces too easily