at last

It's Friday!

and it's promising to be a pretty laid-back day.

My throat feels a little better this morning, so there's hope in the health arena. Wahoo! The only problem I'm having is a sore thumb from the ungodly nail-break from yesterday and the bend of my arm where the band-aid covering my needle wound from my lab work ripped the skin right off. OW

I actually slept better last night too. Perhaps it has something to do with having Lew back in town. The reunion, I have to admit, was an emotional one. As I don't really deal with emotions very well, always aspiring to a Vulcan aesthetic, it was not the most comfortable of situations....yet it was deeply gratifying on many levels. I don't think I have this love thing down pat yet, but I'm learning and I have a good teacher. What more could one ask for?

I think we're going to be OK...at least I hope so

Everyone at work is talking about the Michael Jackson interview from last night. I missed it and I think I'm glad. For such a talented and good looking man back in the 80's, he's now such a creepy freak. What a waste.

So, yeah, it's Friday and I've collected a whole passel of quizzes. How groovy!
( quizzical pause )

The Best Dire Straits Song EVER

INDUSTRIAL DISEASE
Warning lights are flashing down at Quality Control
somebody threw a spanner and they threw him in the hole
there's rumors in the loading bay and anger in the town
somebody blew the whistle and the walls came down
there's a meeting in the boardroom they're trying to trace the smell
there's leaking in the washroom there's a sneak in personnel
somewhere in the corridors someone was heard to sneeze
'goodness me could this be Industrial Disease?

The caretaker was crucified for sleeping at his post
they're refusing to be pacified it's him they blame the most
the watchdog's got rabies the foreman's got fleas
and everyone's concerned about Industrial Disease
there's panic on the switchboard tongues are ties in knots
some come out in sympathy some come out in spots
some blame the management some the employees
and everybody knows it's the Industrial Disease

The work force is disgusted downs tools and walks
innocence is injured experience just talks
everyone seeks damages and everyone agrees
that these are 'classic symptoms of a monetary squeeze'
on ITV and BBC they talk about the curse
philosophy is useless theology is worse
history boils over there's an economics freeze
sociologists invent words that mean 'Industrial Disease'

Doctor Parkinson declared 'I'm not surprised to see you here
you've got smokers cough from smoking, brewer's droop from drinking beer
I don't know how you came to get the Betty Davis knees
but worst of all young man you've got Industrial Disease'
he wrote me a prescription he said 'you are depressed
but I'm glad you came to see me to get this off your chest
come back and see me later - next patient please
send in another victim of Industrial Disease'

I go down to Speaker's Corner I'm thunderstruck
they got free speech, tourists, police in trucks
two men say they're Jesus one of them must be wrong
there's a protest singer singing a protest song - he says
'they wanna have a war to keep us on our knees
they wanna have a war to keep their factories
they wanna have a war to stop us buying Japanese
they wanna have a war to stop Industrial Disease
they're pointing out the enemy to keep you deaf and blind
they wanna sap your energy incarcerate your mind
they give you Rule Brittania, gassy beer, page three
two weeks in Espana and Sunday striptease'
meanwhile the first Jesus says 'I'd cure it soon
abolish Monday mornings and Friday afternoons'
the other one's on a hunger strike he's dying by degrees
how come Jesus gets Industrial Disease

Pizza-Faced Maniac

The doc seems to think my migraines are caused by the birth control pills I take for my PMDD (PMS from the Inner Ring of the Ninth Sith Hell). So I've been off the pills for approximately a month now and, after having had 2 migraines since I stopped them, and finding myself becoming the rabid lupine I once was, I think it unwise not to be on the pills.
( why? )

The Bush Playbook

( Heil Hit...uh...BUSH! )

Perfect Ending

to a not-so-perfect day.
( mo quizzes mo quizzes mo quizzes )

What's Missing?

Can you piece it together?