Beautiful Thing Number 10. The Saddest Beautiful Dumb Song Ever, "Don't Write Me Off Yet."

I have changed my format from "days" to "things" mostly because I can't keep track of the days, my mail, my mind or anything that involves paper, but that, of course, is another story. Everyone around the newspaper likes to say "case of the mondays" to be more ironic in a "The Office" sort of way. After nine days of roadtripping across this grand country and ending up in the hospital, I have the worst "case of the mondays" known to humankind. First there was the pre-existing condition, road weary and drug-logged (similar to water-logged only drug-logged means there are few working cells after the holocaust of Daptomycin). So I am nauseated. I can't have my morning coffee, my morning music (because the radio could be re-polarizing my neurons and it hurts), and my prescriptions are once again MIA in CVS pharmacy land. I really have no idea how a pharmacy can misplace every other prescription but the real question is, "why haven't I switched pharmacies?" I am getting there, slowly but surely.

My foot which is infected, and near bone infection thus the call in for the I.V. drugs saturday, feels like it is dragging ten feet behind me. This morning I thought about lopping it off with a chainsaw or weedwhacker, and I realized both are in storage. There is nothing about this day to like. Work. Doctor. Pharmacy. umm Pharmacy again. Work. Although I am looking forward to going home, to my house with the strange garden and odd angles. The roadtrip left me missing this house like crazy. I couldn't wait to drop my bags, run in the door, make my way upstairs and bury my head in my pillow. My rose flowered pillows, now that might make a beautiful thing... someday.

So, I indulged myself to download some songs off of iTunes. I needed something that would pull me out of this world and into somewhere else. A moment of Zen? Whatever. I just needed something. Music is a large part of who I am. My father has a collection of wax that would make nerdy ebay-ers salivate. He was my first musical influence and there have been so many friends who have followed. There have been times when I have sat down with the stupid myspace survey and tried to pick out songs that define me. What would be my life soundtrack? There has been long hours in my life spent making up lists and burning cds for the people I love. Sometimes I can listen to a song over and over and over again and never tire of  the lyrics or the melody. There are some songs that raise the hairs on my arms or brings instant tears. I have about thirty thousand songs memorized and can not sing any of them. If you know me, you know I have the worst voice on the planet and can't play a note. I gave up my dream of becoming Lita Ford or Ani Defranco a long time ago. But, thanks dad for that pink electric guitar in the 6th grade.

There are songs I share with beloved friends when we dance in the rain or cry in a car. There are first kisses and important kisses. There is that one song that makes your throat close up and your fingers tingle. There is that one love song that you want someone else to get and they never do. There is a Pink Moon and a long dirt road with the windows down in the summer. There are so many moments of so many days.

But this song isn't anything of what I wrote above. In fact this song is probably not something I would even admit that I like. Remember though, I once cried through all of the Astronaut Farmer. So in a day that was shit, and I am not even going to try to make it sound better than it was... this song became my Beautiful Thing Number 10. Why? Because it made me smile and sometimes a smile is all you got.

"Don't Write Me Off Yet"
Sung by Hugh Grant ( YEP THE ACTOR!)
Music & Lyrics Soundtrack

It’s never been easy for me
To find words to go along, with a melody
But this time there’s actually something, on my mind
So please forgive these few brief awkward lines

Since I’ve met you, my whole life has changed
It’s not just my furniture, you’ve rearranged
I was living in the past, but somehow you’ve brought me back
And I haven’t felt like this since before Frankie said relax

And while I know, based on my track record
I might not seem like the safest bet
All I’m asking you, is don’t write me off, just yet

For years I’ve been telling myself, the same old story
That I’m happy to live off my so called, former glories
But you’ve given me a reason, to take another chance
Now I need you, despite the fact, that you’ve killed all my plants

And though I know, I’ve already blown more chances
Than anyone should ever get
All I’m asking you, is don’t write me off, just yet
Don’t write me off just yet