the version of the Toreador Song my dad likes to sing "Toreador don't spit on the floor/use the cuspidor/ that is what it's for".
Somehow we got the same father. Does he sing "Be kind to your web-footed friends/For a duck may be somebody's mother"?
So turn all those TV theme songs we are cluttering our brains up with into mnemonic devices for finding our keys.
The problem with this idea is that these songs are all potential earworms, so I'd find my keys but be stuck with a mental loop of the theme from "Branded."
Fuck, I really wish I had any excuse to work from home. I am so tired! And I have so much to do! I feel like getting here was basically all I had in me today, and that is not going to work.
Someone gave me a pack of Sugar Babies while I wasn't here (apparently there was a lot of candy being handed out on Friday). They are not what I expected.
I was always fascinated by the duck who might be somebody's mother! Like, a human with a duck mother? I was a wierd child.
Racist cab driver is listening to Rush Limbaugh, sweet fancy Moses.
You got a cab today? I thought they were all in the loop refusing to pick up passengers.
I have escaped the cab driver who clearly was a long time listener of Rush Limbaugh's rants. Rush was bloviating about liberal Democrats being literally insane, and how we've been brainwashed by Comedy Central and Stewart and Colbert.
I didn't inform him that he had an insane liberal in his car. I just threw away his card, which I'd already decided to do when he handed it over and said he'd even wave the $4 additional fee he usually charged for being able to speak English.
You got a cab today? I thought they were all in the loop refusing to pick up passengers.
I guess some of them decided to pick up people at the airport? Maybe this is why I got Mr. Racist. He probably didn't want to take part in anything any non-white people were doing.
I have no excuse not to go to rehearsal tonight, other than it's cold and I'm tired.
