Betraktelser på nattkröken

Whopaa, symptomfri sen igår, så idag inleddes operation ta bort smittkällor! Nya lakan i sängen, ny tandborste, nya handdukar - i morron ska jag städa badrummet och se till att diska också. Jag ska fan inte bli sjuk igen!

Idag var det kräftskiva på jobbet, men eftersom kräftor är inbrottssäkra och knepiga att käka i största allmänhet körde jag på rostbiff och potatissallad. Funkade lika bra till nubben!
Efter lite lekar och mera nubbande hamnade vi på Huset och det vart en massa studsande på dansgolvet, trots att det inte var schlagerbaren... Fan, man har taskig kondis alltså...

Men vad inbillar man sig egentligen? Gott om vackra töser, men inte fan lyckas man med minsta lilla. Som vanligt!


På vägen hem i regnet (tur att jag fick med mig paraflaxet) kom jag att tänka på en låt av Meat Loaf som passar mer än väl in i sammanhanget...


There's desperation
There's desperation in the air
It leaves a stain on all your clothes and no detergent gets it out

And we're always slipping through the cracks
Then the movie's over, fade to black
Life is a lemon and I want my money back

I want my money back
I want my money back

What about love?
It's defective! It's always breaking in half

What about sex?
It's defective! It's never built to really last

What about your family?
It's defective! All the batteries are shot

What about your friends?
It's defective! All the parts are out of stock

What about hope?
It's defective! It's corroded and decayed

What about faith?
It's defective! It's tattered and it's frayed

What about you gods?
They're defective! They forgot the warranty

What about your town?
It's defective! It's a dead-end street to me

What about your school?
It's defective! It's a pack of useless lies

What about your work?
It's defective! It's a crock and then you die

What about your childhood?
It's defective! It's dead and buried in the past

What about your future?
It's defective! And you can shove it up your ass

Oh, I want my money back
I want my money back

It's all or nothing
And nothing's all I ever get
Ev'ry time I turn it on, I burn it up and burn it out

It's a never ending attack
Ev'rything's a lie and that's a fact
Life is a lemon and I want my money back


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