Jumbled thoughts

Above is a Wordel of my last post and nicely explains my thoughts over the past week. How will things fall out in the Australia Nationals? How does Bora manage to foil in five knots when he weighs over 170 pounds? Why would anyone be crazy enough to launch when there's ice on the tramps and frozen control cables? When will my new main strut and foil arrive? And when will I find enough time to lay up a new rudder?

Enjoy The Cars



All mixed Up, by Ric Ocasek (1978)

She shadows me in the mirror
She never leaves on the light
And some things that I say to her
They just dont seem to bite
Its all mixed up
Its all mixed up
Its all mixed up

She tricks me into thinkin
I cant believe my eyes
I wait for her forever
But she never does arrive
Its all mixed up
Its all mixed up
Its all mixed up

She says to leave it to me
(leave it to me)
Everythingll be alright
(be alright)
She says to leave it to me
(leave it to me)
Everythingll be alright

Shes always out makin pictures
Shes always out makin scenes
Shes always out the window
When it comes to makin dreams
Its all mixed up
Its all mixed up
Its all mixed up

She says to leave it to me
(leave it to me)
Everythingll be alright
(be alright)
She says to leave it to me
(leave it to me)
Everythingll be alright
(be alright)
She says to leave it to me
(leave it to me)
Everythingll be alright
(be alright)
She says to leave it to me, yeah
(leave it to me)
Everythingll be alright
(be alright)
If you leave it to me
(leave it to me)
Everythingll be alright
(be alright)
Yeah, if you leave it to me
(leave it to me)
(be alright)
(be alright)
(be alright)
(be alright)