When I go to the chiro’s, I have at least one, if not two twenty-thirty minute sessions of laying down in a basically quiet, somewhat dark room to either get nerve therapy or computerized traction. I often close my eyes, space out, pray, make mental lists and listen to my mp3 player. Today I took a 20 minute, deep-sleep power nap. One minute I was laying there, listening to “Boys Don’t Cry”, thinking “oh cool, the next song is ‘Cecelia’ ‘. The next minute I’m listening to “Daughters” by John Mayer. I skipped over FIVE songs on my playlist completely. The receptionist swears she didn’t hear me snoring. On an unrelated note, the chiro now thinks that my right leg is seriously physically shorter than my left (I think. Or its the other way around.) Either way, in the next few weeks if I don’t straighten up, I’m getting a lift for my shoe.
I’ve tried thinking all day of something more interesting to write, but have come up blank. So I’ll shut up now.