“…I Walked Around My Room… …Not Thinking… …Just Sinking In This Box…” –OUR LADY PEACE (“4AM” (1997))

I Blame Myself

For Being Too Much

Like Somebody Else

I Never Thought

I Would Just Bend This Way

Then A Phone Call Made Me Realize I’m Wrong

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4AMIs My Absolute Favorite Song By The Band OUR LADY PEACE, And It’s Off Of Their 1997 AlbumCLUMSY!!!

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And If I Don’t Make It Known

That…

I’ve Loved You All Along

Just Like Sunny Days

That

We Ignore

Because

We’re All Dumb And Jaded

And I Hope To God I Figure-Out What’s Wrong. …

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After A Reblogging Last Night For A Wonderful Friend…

…I Suppose You Could Say I Had The Band…

OUR LADY PEACE

…On The Brain.

Specifically…

…This Song…

4AM

…Which Is…

…To Me…

…Their Absolute Best.

Actually…

…I Only Have Three Of Their Songs On My MP3Player, Anymore.

They Got A Little Old To Me A While Back.

So I Did A Musical-Purge…

…Tossing-Out All But Three Songs.

INNOCENT

SOMEWHERE OUT THERE

…And…

…Of Course…

4AM

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4AM

…Was The Song That Got Me Listening To The Band In The First Place.

I Was A Senior In High School When It Came-Out.

A Very Impressionable 17-Year-Old, Ya Know?!

So The Song Kinda Stuck To Me…

…Stuck With Me.

Like Many Of My Favorite Songs…

4AM

…Has Been A Trusty Little Companion.

So Why Not Whip-It-Out Onto The Masses?!

Wait…

…That Sounds Kinda Dirty…

…I Shall Rephrase.

So Why Not Share It With The Masses?!

There.

Much Better.

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The Song ALSO Feels Very Relevant At The Moment.

Many Because I’m Working On This Piece…

…And We’re Inching Closer And Closer To The 4AM Hour.

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Sheesh.

One More Night With Nearly ZERO Sleep.

This Shit Is Killing Me, Fo F-in SHO, My Peeps.

I’m Touchy And Irritable.

My Thoughts Are Cloudy…

…And Not In A Fun, Bubbly Way.

More Like A Dense, Cut-It-With-A-Knife FOG.

Grrr.

I Know The Sleep Will Eventually Come, But When When WHEN?!?!?

I Sure As Shit Hope It Hurries The Hell Up.

Another Night Like This, And I’ll Just Drop Down Into A Crumpled-Pile Upon The Floor, Fo SHO Fo SHO.

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So…

…Yes…

…I Feel Pretty Contented With The Statement That…

4AM

by OUR LADY PEACE

…Is Very Relevant To The Current Moment.

Wouldn’t You Generally Agree?!

Good.

Glad You’re Coming With Me On That.

The Support Is Much Much Appreciated, My Peeps.

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I Sincerely Hope Y’all Have A Damned Decent Day.

I’m Gonna Do My Best To Deal With What I Can.

Can’t Ask Much More Of A Sleeeeeeepy Man, Right??!

RIGHT!!!

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The Day Is Already Long… And I’m Already Thirsty Like A Mo-Fo!!!

Hey Kids.

How Are We Today?

Good.

Good.

Glad To Hear It.

Yeah.

I Know.

I Know.

T’Is Another Monday.

Universally…

…It’s The Most Hated Day Of The Week.

Period.

Especially Here In The Good Ole U. S. Of A.

And While I May Not Be Punching A Clock Today Like So Many Other Folks…

…It’s Already Shaping Up To Be The Worst Day Of The Week For Me As Well.

You See…

…It Was Two Years Ago This Month When I Had My Second Abdominal Surgery.

My First Surgery Was Back In 2009.

As It Turned Out…

…That Surgery Was TOTALLY Unnecessary.

My Doctors Had TOTALLY Misdiagnosed A Major Issue I Was Having…

…And They Decided To Take My Gallbladder Out In Order To Fix The Problem I Was Having.

As It Turned Out…

…My Gallbladder Was The Only Thing Keeping My Issue From Being Full-Blown-Horridly-BAD.

So…

…The Puking Kicked-In And It Kicked-In HARDCORE.

I Spent The Year Following The First Surgery Puking My Guts Up…

…And I Did So EVERY SINGLE PAINFUL DAY.

It Reached Such An Extreme That I Ended Up With Aย Hiatal-Hernia AND A Severely Damaged Esophagus.

So…

…In August Of 2010…

…I Had To Have A Second Surgery To Repair The Damaged Caused By Having Had The First Surgery.

Well…

…Now It’s Two-Years Later…

…And My NEW Doctor…

(...The One Who Ended Up Saving My Life By Discovering That My Problem Was A More Unique Medical Issue Called "BILE Re-Flux Disorder"...)

…Wants To Take A Look Down My Esophagus…

…All The Way Down To My Stomach…

…Just To See If The Repair Work Is Still Holding.

What Does That Mean For Me?

It Means NO-Food, NO-Water, NO-Nothing, Until AFTER The Procedure Is Over.

Starting At Midnight, I Was Not Allowed To Have Anything Of A Food-Like-Nature.

The Thing Is…

…The Reason It Makes This Day So Horridly Cruel On Me…

…Is That My Appointment Isn’t Until 1PM Today.

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Yep.

That’s Right.

No Food…

…No Drink…

…No Nothing…

…For OVER 12 HOURS.

:*(

I’m Already Hungry…

…And I’m Very Very VERY Thirsty!

But, Alas, All I Can Do Is Rinse My Mouth Out With Water.

I Can’t Swallow It.

What A Frickin’ Frackin’ TEASE From Hell!

I Can Take In All The Fluid I Need…

…I Just Can’t Swallow A Damned Drop Of It!

GRRRRR!

I Hate This Shit, Fo SHO!

I Tried Hard To Sleep-In, Today.

I Made Sure Not To Go To Bed Until I Was Simply Too Tired To Keep My Head Up And My Eyes Open.

BUT…

…I Only Slept-In Until 5:30AM.

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Sheesh.

So Yeah, Kids…

…Today Simply Sucks-Ass Already…

…And It’s Only Going To Get Worse Before It Gets Better.

I’m Irritable…

…I’m Touchy…

…I’m Hungry…

…I’m Thirsty…

…I’m Tired.

Yesterday Was Such A Great Day For Me…

…But I Made Sure It Would Be.

I Already Knew Today Was Going To Royally BLOW CHUNKS.

Period.

I Just Want This Over-With.

Yesterday…

…I Spent About 7-Hours Splitting Wood With My Father.

He Needed Some Help…

…I Needed To Get A Good Work-Out…

…So I Volunteered To Aide In His Work.

And I LOVED IT.

If There’s One Smell On EARTH That I Love Above All Others…

…Yep Yep Yep…

…It’s The Smell Of Fresh-Cut Wood!

So…

…SUNDAY ROCKED…

…And…

…MONDAY BLOWS HARD HARD HARD!!

Sounds Rather Fitting, Doesn’t It?

EXACTLY, My Peeps.

It Sounds Rather Fitting To Me, Also.

ANYWAY…

…I Hope Y’all Have A Damned Decent Day If Possible.

Mine Should Improve MIGHTILY Once This Procedure Is Over.

At Least I’m HOPING It Will.

I’m Already Looking Forward To Downing That First Bottle Of Ice-Cold Water.

That’s A BIG Ole FO SHO, My Peeps.

FO SHO FO SHO, Even.

I’ll Holla At Y’all When I Get Back Home Later This Afternoon.

Right Now…

…I’m Going To Call The VA And Find Out WHY They’ve Called Me Twice With Two DIFFERENT Times For My Arrival.

That Place Is Sooooo Damned Efficient.

NOT!!!