"And I miss you
Like the deserts miss the rain."

I don't know why this song works as a dance mix, but it does. I can't even remember what it sounded like before they, in the minds of many, mutilated it this way.

"The years have proved
To offer nothing since you moved
You're long gone
And I can't move on."

You know, I never really saw this as a song that applied to me while it was on the radio all the time, but now that I've rediscovered it, it's very similar to...countless situations for me.

I have found that I can remain fairly contented despite all the bullshit in my life right now if I do one, fairly simple thing- not think AT ALL. Any moment where something is not occupying my attenion, I must immediately focus on the examination of some object in my sight or start singing, drumming on various surfaces, or bite my tongue really hard. The second I think of 95% of the things I would be tempted to think about, I am ready to die. But if I never have another thought again, I just might beat this.

Duuuuhhhhh....

At any rate, Nick is on his way, and I hope that he shall be able to hold my attentions tightly enough so that my tongue will get a much-needed rest from the constant affliction on it. If he can't, oh well...I can always drum on his head.

My name is Linda and I can not sustain thought long enough to figure out what to say here, lest I should be in vexing pain. On with it.