Good Morning!

So I wake up this morning with too many covers on the bed and the heat turned up too high. Worse, I had the half time show from a recent viewing of the 1980 Orange Bowl coursing through my head which I managed somehow to incorporate James Taylor's "You've Got a Friend" in this banjo-picking, limp disco extravaganza - a song I have successfully avoided listening to since I was probably eighteen years old yet it still takes up space - completely unwelcome - in my head.

By the time I was hearing "When the Saints go Marching in," I gave up trying to sleep awaiting the obnoxious strains of my alarm and decided to read about auditory hallucinations because diagnosing myself with strange diseases and afflictions is just something I do. Always with an eye for another laugh, of course.

Anyway, imagine my excitement at finally diagnosing myself with something I am absolutely positive I have! And such a kick-ass name for it too - Exploding Head Syndrome! This is me all over. Gunshots. Cannon balls falling flat on the wood floor. Tin trays pounded with baseball bats. I have even recalled dreams before and after experiencing an explosion and I have at least one poem out of the experience as a result.

Such a diagnosis is particularly delightful after recently confiding to my woman that I had began to wonder if the house was haunted after my latest episode - especially after careful examination of this map which has allowed me to determine that a murder has been committed here. It's not ghosts! I just have a mild and occasional sleep disorder. Woohoo!

So, in conclusion, I'm off to listen to an assortment of music proven to never bother me when I hear its echoes.

Happy Friday!