Don Henley Ate My Brain!

How's your day going? Super I hope. Mine? Not so much. The house is beset with disasters and Don Henley won't stop eating my brain.

As we write this, it has been raining incessantly for days. Being as we are dog owners...and children owners, the dog have been let into the house without having thier paws cleabed, so our floor looks a piece of modern art called "Dogs Have $#@ed Up My Floors." Also, we've been fighting the fleas of said dogs, so the bathroom where they were flea bathed is wrecked and covered in paw prints and soaked towels. Also, said towels were put into the washing machine, which then overfilled and flooded a good portion of the garage.

And all the while Don Henley, has been in my head, eating my brain.

And did I mention I haven't much sleep and am writing this on a computer from 2003, whose main feature seems to be the spinning green wait a minute symbol and the not so fast there, buster, hourglass? Also I just Resolved and vacuumed huge muddy paw prints out of the front room's carpet, all the while former Eagle Don Henley lumbered around in side my cranium, eating my brains. "In a New York Minute," he moaned, hands greedily shoving pink matter into his gaping maw. "IN A NEW YAWWWWKKK MINUTTTEEE."

What a day. Thanks, Zombie Don Henley. Because of you, I now present-

-The K-101.7 SONG OF THE DAY!

Well, I'm off to the laundromat. With a load of incredibly wet towels. On a Tuesday night. Paying money to do laundry at the happiest place on earth. Oh, and my daughter just informed me that the Great Dane chewed after a flea so severely he got blood on her bedroom carpet.

*sigh* Up yours, Zombie Don Henley.