Jalad, lamp ja tööluus

K(ÜT): "Sul on nii ägedad jalad. Kas ma võin neid lakkuda?"
V: "Hmmm... K... See on päris perv!"
M: "Olgu, ma lähen WC-sse."
V: "Mulle tundub, et ma tulen ka."
M: "Jah, sest see on hulga vähem perv."

Ei teinud täna jälle seda, mida pidin, võtsin hoogu ja siis tuli ikka midagi vahele, alati tuleb midagi vahele... Ja see ei ole ainult vabandus, tõepoolest juhtub alati poole planeerimise pealt, et on mingi pakilisem asi. Hämmastav! Nüüd on väsimus ja kerge "valge kure" sumin... Nii rahustav... nii malbe... nii lummav...

Vaatan kuidas H on asjalik... tema seljatagant särab mulle lamp silma, see pimestab mind kergelt, tunnen nagu oleks ülekuulamisel... ta näitas mulle just oma tegevuse produkti... ei näinud seda, sest neetud lamp pimestas mind. Televiisor räägib PH tasemest, plekkidest ja katlakivist - standardolukord.

Homme tuleb jälle nüri tööpäev, ei taha magama minna, venitan tänast päeva pikemaks... petan ennast lihtsalt... Aga see töötab, sest aeg on relatiivne.

It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
The Regular crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sitting next to me
Makin' love to his tonic and gin

He says, "Son, can you play me a memory
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes."

La la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum

Chorus:
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright

Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
But there's someplace that he'd rather be
He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me."
As the smile ran away from his face
"Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place"

Oh, la la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum

Now Paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And he's talkin' with Davy, who's still in the Navy
And probably will be for life

And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinkin' alone

Chorus
Sing us a song you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well we're all in the mood for a melody
And you got us feeling alright

It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see
To forget about life for a while
And the piano, it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say, "Man, what are you doin' here