You get a line and I'll get a pole, honey. You get a line and I'll get a pole, baby. You get a line and I'll get a pole, We'll go down to the crawdad hole, Honey, sugar-baby mine. Get up old man, you slept too late, honey. Get up old man, you slept too late, baby. Get up old man, you slept too late, last piece of crawdad's on your plate. Honey, sugar-baby mine. Get up old woman, you slept too late, honey. Get up old woman, you slept too late, baby. Get up old woman, you slept to late, Crawdad man done past your gate. Honey, sugar-baby mine. Along came a man with a sack on his back, honey. Along came a man with a sack on his back, baby. Along came a man with a sack on his back, Packin' all the crawdad he can pack. Honey, sugar-baby mine. Whatcha gonna do when the lake goes dry, honny? Whatcha gonna do when the lake goes dry, baby? Whatcha gonna do when the creek goes dry? Sit on the bank and watch the crawdads die. Honey, sugar-baby mine. Whatcha gonna do when the crawdads die, honey? Whatcha gonna do when the crawdads die, baby? Whatcha gonna do when the crawdads die? Sit on the bank until I cry. Honey, sugar-baby mine. I heard the duck say to the drake, honey. I heard the duck say to the drake, baby. I heard the duck say to the drake, There ain't no crawdad's in this lake. Honey, sugar-baby mine. That's what I'm singing right now. I've been putting in applications all day long, really. I've applied to every decent (and I emphasize decent) hotel in the area - notice I said Hotel. No motels for me. Motel 6 and Budget Inn were out of the question ... why? Because I'm weird. Because those motels around here look like, to put it bluntly, shit. Of course, they could probably use a neatfreak like me to clean them up - but what I need is a desk job. I want to work front desk - and all of the hotels are hiring front desk people for the nightshift ... which is perfect. This means that I could go to classes and observe during the day - and work at night. This is so very very clever - I'd get so worn out during the day that I'd pass out in bed ... and my days of insomnia will be OVER! WOOHOO!!! Days Inn is calling me sometime today to set up an interview for tomorrow before I have class. This is so so so great! What made me want to apply at all of the hotels? I had a dream that I should. Actually, I had a dream that I was working at a hotel/inn ... sort of. I think it was a sign. I had a good smirk each time I filled out an application - the question that asks you "how were you referred to this position" and the like. How was I supposed to tell them that a dream told me to apply there? On a couple of them, I put newspaper ads (because that is, just how I knew that those specific places were hring) and for the others, I just put "walk-in" - which is pretty honest, I think. If I'd put "my dreams told me to" - I don't think they'd take me very seriously - in fact, I think that they might find me crazy or something. But the Days Inn I applied at, it looked just like the place in my dream - the office did. And the manager, Kevin, who was working the front desk, was listening to the Beatles. In fact, I walked in, and there wasn't anyone at the desk, but I could hear an acoustic guitar playing "And I Love Her" - and I actually thought there was someone in the back room playing it until I heard Paul McCartney and realized that it was a stereo. I laughed at myself after that. And as I was filling out the application, I found myself singing along with every little song ... I think I impressed the manager, that I knew all of those songs - and could sing them on perfect pitch. I grew up with the Beatles, went through childhood and teenagehood with the Beatles, I OWN the sheet music to every single Beatles song ever made - the Beatle Bible, I call it; I also own the movies ... so ... yeah, I'd say I'm a fan. I'm not crazed or anything. I mean, I don't worship them, I just know all of their songs - I could sing them a cappela right on the spot, and still be on key - right on key; just ask me, right on the spot, and I'd sing the song you wanted me to, in the recorded key, perfect tempo. It impressed my college choir director, yes it did. I don't mean to boast or anything - wait, yes I do. It's something to brag about. I'm proud of it. Yes, I am. And John Lennon is still my hero. Yes, he is. I won my Trustees' scholarship based on an essay I wrote as to why he was my hero. I'm feeling much, much better today. Much better. I think I'll slip on A Hard Day's Night and just vibe for a while. I'd completely forgotten that the Beatles always put me in a good mood. I should put post-its around the apartment to remind me of that, just in case I get into another slump. Ah, well ... that's all I really have to talk about so far today. Later Days. Blessed be.