But I told you once, you son of a bitch, I'm the best that's ever been.

75 words done on 32. Don't know if I'll get any more done tonight, I have to write a feathered nursery rhyme because it's being quoted in the text and I've been distracted by a shiny object. (It's a video, video.)

Y'see, I found a stack of CDs lying around and peered at them. Abba, Collective Soul, The Charlie Daniels Band, Fleetwood Mac, Genesis, Information Society, Meat Loaf. (Not bad for random from just a stack lying around.) And I said, "Hey, I'll rip 'The Devil Went Down to Georgia' while I know where it is." And I did.

And then I played Boston's "I Had a Good Time."

And then I played Red Rider's "Lunatic Fringe."

And then iTunes started up with War Again, and now I'm wandering around cleaning the living room and getting even more wired by the moment because wheeeeeeeeee. . . .

Oh for all that's holy. U2. "Pride (In The Name of Love)." Live version.

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Addendum: Also, I finally found Spirit Voices. Which I meant to mention before I had the U2 Moment. Current music: "The Times They Are A'Changin'." It'll soon shake your widnows and rattle your walls!

Postscript . . .

So I eventually got up to bed last night, got myself settled, and immediately my brain started generating a little rhyme-thing that may actually work for what I need for writing the next bit. So it was up, steal a pen from teinedreugan, stomp around looking for something to scrawl it on so I wouldn't lose it . . . .

Food and work and glowering at words now.