My head is killing me.

Went to a minor league baseball game last night. Drank beer. Missed the excitement of the first concert last night in real time.

However, I got home just at the same time the first clips were arriving. First was the new songs...and while I couldn't hear them very well, I was suitably impressed. They seem to play on Clay's strengths, and also his desire to be played on the radio. Heh.

Then Elvis showed up. Dear Lord in heaven...where did that come from? I've never been a big Elvis fan, but Clay's version of Heartbreak Hotel made me a beliver in reincarnation. He simply WAS Elvis. I'm floored.

Next was Livin' La Vida Loca. Giggled my way throughout, and in a good way.

Bottom line? Clay.can.dance. He can shake his groove thing for me anytime.

So anyway, I went to bed last night, hoping to get some sleep before getting up early to watch GMA. Heh. Fat chance. The images of Clay as Elvis kept appearing in my brain. Who can sleep with that microphone debacle permanently imprinted on the mind? I think I finally drifted off to sleep about 2:00 a.m.

...only to have the alarm go of at 6:00 a.m. Get up. Shower. Drink lots of coffee. Take Tylenol for the Aiken hangover. Watch GMA. Scream so loudly watching him on the big screen TV that the cats hide behind the sofa. Thank Jesus that my husband isn't home to see my fangirly reactions.

So, now...I'm at work. The Aiken hangover is still not gone, even with more Tylenol. And to think, I'll be overdosing again tonight.

Bring it on, Clay.