Dogs In The Yard

I want to sleep for a week. Hook myself up to a dextrose drip, turn off the external noise of TV-radio-cell phones, turn up the airconditioning (or open the moutain windows), curl up in a sea of pillows and engulf myself in a warm fleece blanket...and sleep. Yum.

It's almost like that old Paul McCrane song from the movie Fame - I remember that we used to sing this song at my last job (as a harassed, sleepless teenage assistant at a media production house) in 1989 (eeek) before I finally decided to give law school a shot:

I want to be bad
And not even care
I want to go out of my head somewhere
I want to run crazy
Like the dogs in the yard
I want to cut the rope
But it's getting so much harder

I think I'll play poker
Stay out every night
Throw stones at the water
In the morning light

I want to be lazy like the dogs in the yard
Why can't I fly tonight?
Why can't I sleep all morning?

Why not? Because I am now a Christian working for Someone Higher Up, and no longer a hedonist (Poker? Stay out every night? Been there, done that). No wonder that the song continues, "I'm going out of my mind tonight, that's where I'm going..."

But I still feel like sleeping for a week...or at least for 9 full hours. My back still hurts. Sigh. I gotta get to those green pastures soon.