People,

You know how when you get high you think that you have the world's greatest ideas? Pot isn't really my bag these days, but when it was that was always my favorite part of the experience. I used to love to lie in bed before going to sleep and just think. I was convinced that I wrote some of the world's greatest symphonies, novels, pop songs and movies all in my head.

Of course, what you think is good when you're high is invariably not good. At all. One time when I was stoned and convinced of my genius I hooked up my four track and recorded what I thought was an AWESOME song. I was wrong. The next morning I woke up to the worst 18 minutes of crap ever put on tape in the history of the world. Oh well.

This morning was a flashback to those days. You see, recently I've been waking up early and lying semi-conscious in bed for a while. In this half sleep/half awake state I often get song ideas and I think they're great. I mean, I think they rule. Top notch.

So this morning, determined to not let the muse slip past me, I got out of bed and started singing my idea into the memo recorder of my cell phone. Two problems: 1) Ladybetrothed was not amused and 2) On the recording I make no goddamn sense at all. The twenty second memo has me mumbling and humming incoherently and ends with -

Sarah: (shouting) What the hell are you doing?
Me: (mumbling) Just recording an idea
Sarah: Go do it in the bathroom!

Fair enough.