"I've tried to fix it so many times but there's something wrong with my mind"

Yesterday was my son's birthday. The Boy is now 6.
He's been with me pretty much all weekend & it's been nothing short of wonderful. Even when he woke, full of wide-eyed wonder, asking if he could have his presents at 5am. Well, I couldn't say no.
Today has been a beautiful day, wonderful cloudless blue skies , the sun shining but not quite so hot that it gets yukky. We had a walk (!) & we found there was a bit of a fete down at the scout hut. We played crazy golf. I love crazy golf.

My mind has been extremely unfocused tonight. Standard Sunday evening behaviour* has been carried out to the letter. Yet instead of my usual doom & gloom, my head feels more moom & glood.

*The Boy goes home, long soak in bath (sometimes accompanied by a spliff), prepare Chicken Tikka Masala, eat in front of Joey, think of how to fill next 30 minutes while spending it watching 2 and a half men, watch Big brother, computer.

After Big Brother tonight, I had a second spliff (usually unheard of when I'm on my own), turned all the lights off, lied back on the sofa & listened to some music.
I just had I-tunes on shuffle. Those of you familiar with being stoned will know that music often sounds different under the influence.
Not nessercarily** better, but different.
The following has struck me during my little sonic adventure:
Supergrass' "Grace" has this almost constant electro-wibble undercurrant thing going on that I've never noticed before.

**My inability to spell all the variants of that bastard word has even flummuxed the spellchecker.

"Hand in my pocket" by Alanis Morissette was frighteningly good. Her vocal, though a tad whiny, is very powerful. I spend most of the song thinking of how I might cover it. Make it a bit faster, a bit harder & with more urgency, like you don't believe that everything will be fine, fine, fine.

How, during "Roll with it", my thoughts went "urgh, roll with it","You gotta roll with it, you gotta....hey it's a good tune", "Why do I keep running out of milk?","you know you're bloody desperate for some football when you spend half your Saturday night watching a meaningless pre-season friendly of a club you don't support", "oh good, something else has come on".

My shoulders move up & down as if independent from the rest of my body when Jamelia's "Superstar" comes on.

Of how The Supernaturals never ever fail to evoke nice memories & how I must post about my supernatural adventures one day.

Oh I do miss Easyworld.

Flash's top tip for the day- When engaging in the questionable pursuit of looking at pornography on the internet do not listen to Crowed house's "Hole in the river" as it features a strange male grunting noise that is very off-putting.

Right now, it's a toss up between trying Swiss Toni's 6 degrees of blogeration thing, doing Mr Mystic's meme or going to bed with Humbert.

Shit, I really think for anyone new round here that I should point out that Humbert is my I-pod.
Jeez, people would start thinking I could actually entice a human being into my bed!!