His name was Dio and
His name was Dio and he dances on the sand...
There is quite a bit of construction going on across the street from my house. The workers start very early in the morning. Through some strange coincidence, the sound of a large construction vehicle backing up (the reverse beeps), after passing through the air, the fence, the trees, my bedroom wall, and reaching my ear, sound EXACTLY like my alarm clock. So the construction beeps stirred my trained ear in the wee hours of sunlight. I get up to turn off the alarm, but the alarm was not beeping. Clayton scratches head. What the hell is going on here? Construction vehicle has since moved in the forward direction and beeping stops. Did I mention EXACTLY like my alarm clock? So this goes on a couple of times since my brain is fuzzy from little sleep... until my actual alarm clock goes off. I turn it off and go back to bed. It goes off again... no, wait... it's the construction guys. Fuck. Eventually I submit and get up for work. Ho-hum. I had to take care of some personal business this morning, but once in the office it's been full on. Busy days are good because the time passes quickly, but after a night with little sleep they're a little hard to swallow. I had planned on seeing The Weary Boys tonight for something different (bluegrass... lol) at the Continental Club , but since I am a weary boy today and my friend that was going with me to the show decided to opt out, I'll probably just relax at home. Work work work work work work work work.
There is quite a bit of construction going on across the street from my house. The workers start very early in the morning. Through some strange coincidence, the sound of a large construction vehicle backing up (the reverse beeps), after passing through the air, the fence, the trees, my bedroom wall, and reaching my ear, sound EXACTLY like my alarm clock. So the construction beeps stirred my trained ear in the wee hours of sunlight. I get up to turn off the alarm, but the alarm was not beeping. Clayton scratches head. What the hell is going on here? Construction vehicle has since moved in the forward direction and beeping stops. Did I mention EXACTLY like my alarm clock? So this goes on a couple of times since my brain is fuzzy from little sleep... until my actual alarm clock goes off. I turn it off and go back to bed. It goes off again... no, wait... it's the construction guys. Fuck. Eventually I submit and get up for work. Ho-hum. I had to take care of some personal business this morning, but once in the office it's been full on. Busy days are good because the time passes quickly, but after a night with little sleep they're a little hard to swallow. I had planned on seeing The Weary Boys tonight for something different (bluegrass... lol) at the Continental Club , but since I am a weary boy today and my friend that was going with me to the show decided to opt out, I'll probably just relax at home. Work work work work work work work work.
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