Ozen Shoma'at - 15 Minutes, No Edits

Home sick. Those words can be read different ways. Feel free (in general). You probably think this song is about you. What is a blog? Don't ask for whom the blogger writes. My ear is buzzing, hurting, infected. A specialist lanced it and drained it today. Antibiotics, drops. And the pain, and stuffiness and the humming and the drumming of the ear ear ear. It's the one in the middle that hurts; it's a middle ear infection. Why do I like blogging? Why do I like it much more that Facebook. Why do I not even want to consider tweeting? Why isn't Neil Diamond's "Girl, You'll Be A Woman Soon" better known? It's brought to me by Pandora as I blog. Shall we blog? Let's hope so. Hope is the thing with feathers. That Emily was something. My ear is buzzing - is buzzing, izzzzzzz buzzzzzing. Time to return my soul to the shop for the night if the ringing and the tingling of my ear ear ear allows. I'm short on staff tonight; it's just me and G-d. How are you? Who are you? Who am I? Are any of us anybody? Once you think your somebody does trouble begin? Can you argue that once you realize you're somebody the good times can start? Is this writing or just typing? Did Truman Capote actually say that a book he critiqued was just typing, not writing? Does Billy Joel have a sadder song than "And So It Goes?" Pandora's playing that now. I'm tempted to skip it. It once was that I had to skip that song. When that song is a couple's "song" they should know it's not a great sign from the start. Mom (OBM) used to say I write things here that I shouldn't. Why would she or any one say that? Good night and G-d bless.