Matthew Sweet – Sick Of Myself
Ok, this song is 15 years old now, which qualifies as wayback if you ask me. It’s older than my youngest kid, anyway. Besides, I have been feeling rather sick of myself lately.
#1 son’s health improved enough to ship him back to his own rented house in Florida yesterday. It’s a relief, but I miss him and his little dog already.
I spent so much time at the hospital with him, even while he was passed out on morphine and/or percocet, staring at the muted television or at bland green walls, that I forced myself to think about things. Any things. Nothings. I thought I’d go mad. I know I watched the news and read the paper, but the only “news” that really sunk in was Gary Coleman’s death and the disaster off the Louisiana coast. I thought about those. I thought about the bacteria teeming inside his abdomen, and about how I would like to morph into Nat the Bacteria Slayer and vanquish each and every one of the tiny monsters. Call it the peak of stress and lack of sleep.
So, I really am sick of myself and my thoughts at this point. I just want to lie on a beach with some cheap, filthy smut book and veg out, but that isn’t in my near-enough future. I’ll have to settle for Us Magazine, iced coffee, and a long, long pedicure.