Lazy Days

Growing up outside DC meant 100 degree summer days touring the monuments with my brother and my Mom's best friend's two children. The four of us complained so much our mothers put our words to music:

I'm tired
I'm hungry
I want my Nintendo
I'm tired
I'm hungry
I want my Nintendo


It's beautiful. Studying pulmonary pathophys this afternoon, I've been singing to myself:
I'm tired
I'm hungry
I don't want to study


I'm listening to:
Tom Waits: Rain Dogs