Lost in Translation

I call to you
to say what I feel
Hello, my love
I give happiness
Hello, hello
call me your Picasso
please read my note, I have no fear
and I ask nothing in return

you could leave but I want you to stay
Don't you want to stay
Don't you don't you want to stay
In the shade trees I can see your face
and love once in your eyes

There are a few translations of this song into English, but I like this one.

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I feel okay right now. Monday begins a new week.

Please sign on the line for delivery of ton o' bricks

It hit me. Not feeling that great physically. My interview today went well, I have another tomorrow, and yet another manager wants to meet me in person before the week is out.

I can't wait until this chapter of my life is over. If I didn't have this cold I could leave the house. The car is useless right now. Grrr.

I started putting color on the goofy-looking bird creature and now I hate it. I will either sand it off or put yet another coat of white on it. Each coat of paint obscures some of the charming detail, though. Color is not my strong suit, and I'm pissed at myself for ruining such a cute little bird. Damn.

Wednesday is Robert Plant/Allison Krauss. I am not up for much else. Just need to get some sleep. Sleep and I are enemies for some reason. I really wish we could work something out. All this avoidance is making me cranky.

Rehearsal tonight. We need to go through the set list. We also need to polish the newer songs. Mark your calendars: Skylark, Thursday, Oct 30. If enough people show up I will wear my Wonder Woman outfit.