Sheep

it is late
should go to bed
can't seem to find
my quiet head
space is all wrong
for me to sleep
nothing left but
sheep
sheep
sheep

In the SCA, there's a Scottish bag pipe song we've put words to... maybe someone else did it first, but it's definitely enjoyed loudly at SCA events once the beer's nearly run out. I don't know the name of the tune, but when I worked at the cemetery in Eureka, I heard the bag pipes play that song a lot at funerals, so.....here goes...

I need a lover mother
no, not me brother mother
(Chorus) I need a sheep to keep me warm through the night
(this next part varies from encampment to encampment)
rats, bats and other critters
they just give me the shivers
I need a sheep to keep me warm through the night
to keep me warm through the night
oh mother
warm through the night
oh mother
I need a sheep to keep me warm through the night....

So why have sunk so low as to include sheep humor? Tonight, for whatever reason, I miss going to SCA events. I miss the friends, fun, fighting, .......(and insert other F words here, if you like).......
Ever since I watched the movie "Sideways" I've been in this black cloud funk. I've tried all I know to end it, but alas, I guess it must run its course. I cut about 6 inches of hair off today to help combat the heat of summer. I started posting on a message board to try an broaden my interactive possibilities. I even went swimming. Nothing's worked thus far.

Any Ideas?