Yep, today’s the day my corpse has been dead long enough to drink again. No party this year, Mrs. the Poet is still in the rehab center trying to get strong enough to get out of bed and use the toilet by herself. I have some sparking white grape juice leftover from New Year’s that I can pour out a toast from, but basically I’m by myself this evening. Not what I wanted by a long shot, but you pretty much have to take what’s there in my income bracket.
Appropriate song lyrics are appropriate:
When I was young
I never needed anyone
And making love was just for fun
Those days are gone
Living alone
I think of all the friends I’ve known
But when I dial the telephone
Nobody’s home
All by myself
Don’t wanna be
All by myself
Anymore
Hard to be sure
Sometimes I feel so insecure
And loves so distant and obscure
Remains the cure
All by myself
Don’t wanna be
All by myself
Anymore
All by myself
Don’t wanna live
All by myself
Anymore
When I was young
I never needed anyone
And making love was just for fun
Those days are gone
All by myself
Don’t wanna be
All by myself
Anymore
All by myself
Don’t wanna live
Don’t wanna live
By myself, by myself
Anymore
By myself
Anymore
All by myself
Don’t wanna live
I never, never, never
Needed anyone
Source: Musixmatch
The post with the lyrics credited Celine Dion but the search credits Eric Carman (no not the fat kid in South Park). Which brings up the question was Cartman the character named for Carman the songwriter or is that just a coincidence? Just Googled it and Cartman was named for and patterned after a friend of the creators.
Oh, well. I guess I’ll go order something for dinner and have a whole half-gallon of ice cream for a pity dessert. I miss having Mrs. the Poet around. She’s not perfect, but at least she was someone to share moments with.
Witch on a Bicycle 