Crumblin' at our feet

As time passes, our floor is crumbling to dust, and we can see it happening. We just can't do anything about it.
We have state governments that can't afford the unemployment services that are under the strain of nearly 2 million unemployed since a year ago; 584,000 of them since November alone.
Our new president has outlined some of his plans to help the economy when he moves into the Oval Office, and the other half of the stimulus package has yet to be tapped, but at this rate it feels like by the time President Obama is sworn in, there will be no more country left to govern.
And all I can do is read the paper and write this, hoping more than one person (me) will read it.

- in the meantime -

While I wait, I'll listen to some Muscles. The up-tempo, lost-in-the-rhythm melodies and fun-loving words can't not make me smile. That's a lot of hyphens. This song has a warm weather feeling that sort of makes me think of the days when I could waste large blocks of time (say, four-and-a-half hours) simply hanging out with friends. I haven't had the pleasure of doing that since high school. Now, that isn't to say that I've never spent long periods of time doing very little, I just feel that I have things to do when I do "waste time." Back then, I had no qualms about wasting time; and now I do, to say the least.

Muscles - Hey Muscles, I love You, I Wanna Have Your Babies

post- If I can't have this song up, email me, and I will remove it.