Is it really nine in the afternoon? What friggin' DAY is it? (blinks)

Hey people. The Beatles entire catalog was re-released this month-- cleaned-up digitally remastered shiny new versions. I've been listening to some of their stuff while working this week and it really holds up. No duh right? It's the effing Beatles! But seriously, when you start listening to their stuff, it's not only the sheer volume of music-- which is staggering. It's that their songs are just so damned GOOD.

It got me thinking about how many artists they've influenced. TONS I'm sure. What an amazing legacy. Enjoy "Nine in the afternoon" By panic at the disco. If you don't detect a Beatles influence here- you need a refresher course.



In other SueNews:

I've been working double shifts getting ready for my show in (gulp) less than two weeks-- well, I have to deliver in less than 2 weeks. I really barely know what freaking day it is. They have all melded into one endless uber day of welding and cutting. And then more welding.

I'm super stressed and having freaky dreams. Last night the classic-- "No- you're supposed to deliver everything TODAY!" dream. Yipes. So. Not. Ready. Also a really random one about getting in a huge screaming match with an Arby's manager because my sister started eating her giant roast beef sandwich before we got done paying. (For some reason she was kind of street urchin-y and it was up to me to keep her fed-- the whole family actually.) She was on that sandwich like a grizzly bear and I was like, "HEY--SHE'S HUNGRY A-HOLE!" (then a bunch of death threats etc.) This was esp weird because I have never in my life eaten at Arby's, and neither me or sis eat meat. Also I would probably not ever do that. Probably. Unless the person was a really big jerk. Or trying to take away my sister's sandwich.

To top it off, the last 3 nights, just as I'm going to sleep-- swear to God-- a giant gun blast goes off right next to my head (obvs this is not Dan actually discharging rounds right there in the bedroom, but it sounds totally real and SUPER loud) and I jump like, a mile and am then wide awake for at least another half hour. WTH subconscious?

Today my pals are getting to go play and I have to stay home and work (I know, hands you a tissue to wipe away single tear). I was supposed to go to the Junk Bonanza with them. We planned it for literally months. Last year I got my rockin' fringe jacket there. But, work man. (sniff)

Tell me your freaky dreams and tales of woe. Commiserate yo.