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Sing, Sing A Song

Can you listen to music and write? What song did you hear today?


I cannot listen to music and write. Plain and simple. I can, however, have the tv on and write. If I listen to music, I tend to sing along and then get distracted and it's downhill from there. The tv and I have a special relationship though. I can have that on and still get things done. Maybe not my entire to do list but when push comes to shove? I can beat the commercials. I can also write when my children are harassing me, unless it's a serious post. Then I make them play in their room or color or something. Away from me. Or I wait until they are asleep. 


I used to have our internet radio all wirelessly doing it's thing in the kitchen but then we changed the password to something resembling lihlqerfsdjglwaejitr2p3985rwlkgnanr2p394ut5pq294utwaglknvalkng and that's just a pain in the ass to enter with the funky remote. I think I'll try again tomorrow though. I would always listen to a couple stations in Norway or Sweden and sometimes the UK. I have lists of songs and artists that I would write down from the screen info. When I had a full sheet, and that only took a day, I would look up the songs on iTunes and see if I still liked them. Now I just have to get them on my iPod and start using that thing again.  Dang, now that I'm writing about the internet radio, I will for sure be hooking it back up tomorrow. I used to play it while I was cooking, cleaning, dancing with the kids. But never while writing. I have a hard enough time concentrating as it is. Throw some good music in there and I'm screwed. Heck, even crappy music gets me off track. 


I also couldn't tell you any song I've heard today. I can barely remember this morning. See also: wireless adapter's cray cray sdnfsdngsa;dkgaos97u98fawgsz0987w4rlwjga; password. 

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