Distractions

Distractions
by Paul McCartney


What Is This Thing In Life That Persuades Me To Spend
Time Away From You?
If You Can Answer This You Can Have The Moon.
This Is The Place To Be, Anyway You Can See
There's A Lovely View.
Why Are There Always So Many Other Things To Do?
Distractions, Like Butterflies Are Buzzing 'Round My Head,
When I'm Alone I Think Of You
And The Life We'd Lead If We Could Only Be Free
From These Distractions.

The Postman's At The Door
While The Telephone Rings On The Kitchen Wall,
Pretend We're Not At Home And They'll Disappear.
I Want To Be With You, Tell Me What I Can Do,
Nothing Is Too Small
Away From All This Jazz We Could Do Anything At All.
Distractions, Like Butterflies Are Buzzing 'Round My Head.
When I'm Alone I Think Of You
And The Things We'd Do If We Could Only Be Through
With These Distractions.
I'll Fond The Peaceful Place Far A Way From The Noise Of A Busy
Day
Where We Can Spend Our Nights Counting Shooting Stars,
Distractions, Like Butterflies Are Buzzing 'Round My Head.
When I'm Alone I Think Of You
And The Things We'd Do If We Could Only Be Through
With These Distractions, Like Butterflies They're
Buzzing 'Round My Head, When I'm Alone I Think Of You
And The Life We'd Lead If We Could Only Be Free
From These Distractions.

This song came into mind today as I sat down on in my computer chair and again started to do a million things, rather than start writing. I was so tired yesterday. I don't know if it's an emotional tired, from all the family and life stuff going on right now, or if it was five days of working out that caught up with me. Anyway, I just can't seem to concentrate on any one thing lately.

I've been reading The Immigrant's Daughter for well over a week, and it's only 380 pages and its not as if I've been busy. Most of my days right now are spent staring at the computer screen, with my winamp player on random.

It's hard to be inspired to do anything when there's so much stuff going on to bring you down. And still I try, so that has to be a good thing. But maybe it's because this stupid computer seems to be my only link to the outside world. Sad isn't it.

It's hard being at the end of your teather, with no one to talk to, or perhaps no one I want to talk to. The people I want to talk to, I can't talk to.

I'm at the point where I just want to run away. Only I don't have anywhere to run to or any money to run away with. Mind you if I did, I know where I'd be running to.


The casino that we stayed at and that I lurve. 

It would be just me...and possibly Lady Starlight, cos she'd be pissed if I didn't run away with her, and the pretty lights of the casinos and the boardwalk.

Have I mentioned lately how I love the boardwalk? Oh and the ocean! I'd love to be able to lay in the sand and listen to the waves crashing in, until I was totally numb and all the distractions would go away.