And so begin their nocturnal adventures. The felines Dudley and Isabella pounce on me, chase invisible prey through any available opening in the room. Alison snores, oblivious. This pillow feels funny. The New York City traffic isn’t bad, only a little road rage at this hour. A would-be opera star makes her way through the streets. I hope Insomnia will be distracted enough to pass me by, fade into the distance like that soprano’s voice.
This Tom Jones classic—like Dudley and Isabella at night—is both whimsical and annoying.
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O.K. someday if I ever have the misfortune of going to hell this will be the song that will be playing non-stop over and over for eternity.
I've always kind of liked that song - it reminds me of the sixties.
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