The music in my head.
I was thinking of Carly Simon, and by golly, I probably was so vain I thought that song was about me, didn’t I? I should have known there had to be a morning after, since someone came along and helped me make it through the night. I woke up, fell out of bed, dragged a comb across my head, give me a head with hair, shoulder length or longer, take it easy the eagle said to me as is flew eight miles high. Strange days indeed. I wanted to relax by picking huckleberries, but I didn’t find any, it... Sign in to see full entry.