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So I made up this song late last year called You're Driving Me Nuts. I composed it in the late morning hours of 2 December 2006. How do I remember with such startling accuracy the precise moment of its genesis, you ask? Well, it was the morning that I was running around the house desperately trying to get my things together for a week-long business trip up to freezing motherfucking ass Chicago. And while I am tearing around, lugging my broken suitcase from basement, finding matching socks, cramming 3 oz toiletries into clear bag for bloody security compliance, et cetera et al, my parents. Let's just stop right there for a second.

My parents. Let me just make a really long story really short and say that at this point, my parents had been living with me in the house for three months. Day and night. Sleeping in the next room. My father either rooted in front of the laptop or hovering 3 feet away from me AT ALL TIMES. My mother, either blessedly sleeping, running me down in the hallway with her wheelchair, or getting me to fetch her water or tissues. Three months. So I was already a little tense.

So I'm packing like a madman but at every step, with every pair of undies packed, with every precious minute ticking by, an interruption. Like my dad, with the always-classic, I'm looking for something that I left right in this exact spot in the study three years ago and now somebody's bloody moved it! Have you seen it? No. Keep packing. My mother's voice, warbling from her room. Eleanor, come here for a second. I go. She throws 25 lbs* of drapery at me to pack in suitcase to give to Claire. Throw them on the pile. Keep packing. Go to kitchen for Ziploc bags. Dad scares the hell out of me by popping out of the basement door and asks me to help him hold the ladder while he trims a tree in the front lawn. I bellow I DON'T HAVE TIME and he shoots me wounded, betrayed look and nicks off.

At this moment is when the song begins to form. I write in in my head for the rest of the day and perform it for Claire when I land at Midway. And here it goes:

Chorus:
You're driving me nuts!
You're driving me nuts!
You're driving me driving me driving me driving me driving me driving me nuts!
REPEAT

Verse 1:
It's easy, it's simple
It's elemental
You're making me crazy!
You're making me mental!
Because. . .

Repeat Chorus

And that was the end of it for a while. But lately I have been working on Verse 2. I premiered a version of it yesterday afternoon to Claire over the phone. She listened and delivered the verdict: too many syllables. So I retooled it and came up with this:

Verse 2:
O how I've tried
to make it plain
I'm going loopy!
Completely insane!
That. . .

Repeat Chorus

Please let me know how much you enjoy it. Detractors not welcome.

*not an exaggeration, I had to pay excess baggage at the airport.