Somebody spoke and I went into a dream

I stayed up too late last night even knowing that I was getting up early. "Eric-Time" is usually between 2300-0200, if I desire it, but it always comes at a cost. And just like this bloated economy in which we currently reside, that cost gets higher at every turn. Maybe I'll have a personal recession when our nation does.

Unfortunately, schpydurx had great difficulty is mastering the operation of the Shuffle's single-button interface.

I was sitting here listening to some downright fantastic music. A lot of times, it takes me a couple of weeks to get around to listening to new music I've been turned onto. Thank you all! Invariably, I'll be listening to a score which is completely new to me, and it will remind me of another score, so I queue it up and listen to both. A lot of these scores are albums I'm not at all familiar with, and likely wouldn't purchase blind, yet are hands down wonderful! If it weren't for my iPod, I likely wouldn't have any "Eric-Time Music" either.

"d00d, I don't know who your sources are, but you need to get some new ones, some better one. I had no difficulty mastering the single button interface. Perhaps you are referring to yourself?"

Of course a lot of it has to do with mood. For reasons unknown to me, I put Finding Neverland on my playlist amidst all this new music. Its soothing in its simplicity, and I feel that I'm hearing it for the very first time. I even re-listened to it when wardlejew posted Finding Finding Neverland and yet not until today - this moment, do I feel as if I've ever even heard it before.

ehowton had so seldom spoken about himself in the third person, that there was an agreement amongst family and acquaintances that it could not be remembered at all in recent history. One thing, however, was agreed upon, that at no point had he ever referred to himself as, "Tomas" either accidentally, or in jest.

And yet it plays directly into my sleepiness. At 0800 this morning, I yawned and stretched. Sometime between first opening my mouth to intake an overabundance of oxygen, and reaching the apogee of my extension - I felt pulled into an interdimension where I laughed and frolicked and played, enjoying the calm pulsations of the ever-moving tide as I laid down to rest and spent the remainder of my days in an open-air cabana kissed only by the warm sea-breeze. Then BAM! I was snatched back to reality and what had seemed like a lifetime spend on that distant beach, I found myself back at nadir, having just yawned. Not even a second passed real-time.

I'm going to bed.


This episode was badly written!