Flesh and Bone

I heard the phrase this morning, "Flesh and Bone," and I was thinking about it and I really like this phrase. I like the dark and twisty images it conjures up in my head - something soft and pliable mixed with something hard and unbending and the sounds of popping, crunching, twisting and squishing that I imagine Flesh and Bone would make. It's a very satisfying phrase. Like in the movie Donnie Darko, where the Drew Barrymore character picks her favorite, "Cellar Door." Now cellar door I'm sure doesn't have the same effect on me as it does her, but I'm sure we all have our Flesh and Bone and Cellar Doors don't we?

I like that it so simply describes all living things (well, except plants, bugs and fish). Simply flesh and bone.

Another great one is this line from a Nine Inch Nails song, "Wrenching, dragging, shaking me." Paints a nice picture doesn't it?

I should be at home today. I should be at the beach today. It's beautiful outside. I have a sore throat and I think I might be getting sick (although I hope not!) But I got that uh-oh icky-wanna-lay-down-everything-hurts feeling going on. But I have to work. Have to train new girl. Have things that have to be done. I am going on vacation soon. Think of vacation. Where the hell did I get this ridiculous work ethic? Why can't I blow off the day guilt-free? What is wrong with me?