Anyway, the last week of songs went a little like this:
- Monday - Alone Again, Naturally
- Tuesday - Lady Marmalade
- Wednesday - Don't Cry for Me, Argentina
- Thursday - The F.U.N. Song (from Spongebob)
- Friday - Nobody Knows the Trouble I've Seen
- Saturday - When We All Get to Heaven
- Sunday - Hey, what the fuck? No song.
And today, it was Tragedy. Which turned out to be an omen. Along with the TWO smooshed bunnies I saw on the road. Cute, little brown bunnies with fluffy white tails. I thought then that maybe I should have stayed in bed. I should have. I mean, the Bee Gees AND bunnies who have gone to meet their bunny maker, all before 8 am? Today was unpleasant. No fun was to be had, and I can usually find fun just about anywhere. I looked for fun under my desk. No luck. Maybe the closet? Nope. I even looked in the bathroom, but no fun there, either. I even thought that sticking my head in the copier and then slamming the cover down on my head would find me a whole bucket of fun. I was incorrect with that assumption.
Let me put it this way. Today was like sitting on a very crowded, warm bus. And the person who plops down beside you hasn't bathed in about 3 weeks. And they proceed to emit noxious gasses from various orifices of their body, all while eating a burrito and enumerating the most intimate details concerning their toenail fungus between bites. Meanwhile, you're trying your best to evade their unique aroma, but it permeates your hair, clothes and eyebrows. So for the rest of the day you have to go around smelling like funky bus person.
That was my day. How was yours?