The Lake Show

...ah, yes...my Lakers seem to be rounding into form as the season winds down...while i dont usually keepup with the NBA too much during the season, i do keep a wary eye on the standings and make a weekly trip to NBA.com to check up on things...caught the Lake show last night late...seems like Kobe, Shaq, Teh Mailman and the Glove are doing quite well for themselves these days...just nice... think I might have to get that black Lakers t shirt when i get paid tomorrow...of course, that is the kiss of death.... I got my Raiders hat, and they just went ass to pot... Braves never can get over the hump, despite their greatness....

...anyway, forgot to fix a lunch today... gotta go home and eat those wings we cooked last night... have to put carseats in my car to pick up the kids...Jessica is going to a friends house this evening...wonder if anyone will call me or come over like they do when Jessica is at home alone with the kids... they never do, and my guess is that noone will this evening either... never quite sure why it is like that... Ileave town and 3 poeople come over to help Jessica. Jessica leaves town and noone even bothers to call...

...Spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there's always one reason
to feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
oh beautiful release
memory seeps from my veins
let me be empty
and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort there

so tired of the straight line
and everywhere you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back
and the storm keeps on twisting
you keep on building the lie
that you make up for all that you lack
it don't make no difference
escaping one last time
it's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort there
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here
- Sarah McLachlan


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