Love isn’t always on time
I caught myself humming as I headed from my car towards work. I had tossed an obolus to Charon for passage across the car park and actually caught myself humming. This is a disturbing turn of events. I’m worried that my brain, unable to cope with the magnitude of how much I despise my job, has began the process of ‘making me mental’. I’m worried that this could escalate (or maybe whatever’s the opposite of escalate) into madness. Humming on the way to this place is not a good sign.
Perhaps even more disturbingly however, is what I was humming. Hold The Line by Toto. Where did that come from?
Altogether now… Daaaaauuunnnn. Dau-Dau-Dau-Daaaauuu.
Pass it on:
I’d like to feel sympathy for you but I haven’t yet rid myself of Peggy Lee’s “RING! those Christmas bells..”.
Comment by Arabella — Wednesday March 28, 2007 @ 14:12
The important thing is that you considered sympathy. For that I’m grateful.
Comment by Trousers — Wednesday March 28, 2007 @ 15:49
Oh dear - sounds like post-traumatic stress disorder to me. That’s the kind of thing I do when I’m really stressed - most days. I spent the whole of Friday with the Jim’ll Fix It theme tune going around my head. Torture.
Comment by rockmother — Monday April 2, 2007 @ 21:08
Jim’ll fix it for you-ooo-ooo.
Thanks a lot, RM. Misery loves company, eh? Now I’ve got it.
Comment by Trousers — Monday April 2, 2007 @ 21:11