‘I’m in a hurry to get things done, I rush and rush until life’s no one.
All I gotta do is live and die, but I’m in a hurry and don’t know why.’
This song keeps playing in my head. Because I feel rushed all the time. And just like Alabama ‘I don’t know why’.
It’s not like the dirty laundry will get impatient and leave our house in a huff if I don’t do it today. And no one is going to take my dinner away from me, if it takes me longer than 60 seconds to clear my plate.
I’ve considered tying myself to a chair, so I would háve to sit quietly for a while. But of course we didn’t have any rope. So I wanted to rush to the store to get me some, but tripped over the cat.
That worked too.
