five thousand shades of blue
Wednesday, August 15, 2001
More of the same. The humidity here is atrocious (at present, 89%), and I had a disturbing dream last night that will forever taint my mental image of Paul McCartney. Nothing new on the job front, aside from the additional work I wrote about Monday. A video game maker in town just closed its doors, unleashing about 90 more tech-savvy people onto an already oversaturated market, so I'm feeling very grim about this at the moment.
This freak on the bus behind me this morning kept singing "Solitary Man" (the Neil Diamond song). I have nothing against the song, but after enduring the grating voice directly behind me like sharp pins being stuck into the back of my head, the song is now stuck in my head like Dirk Gently's interdimensional couch.
I was watching
a show on PBS the other night.... and after seeing the famous statue at the Peggy Guggenheim Museum by Marino Marini, the
Spirit of the West song finally made sense...
Thanks to a complete aversion to the humongous horse pills that most adult vitamins take the shape of, and the complete lack of an over the counter chewable/liquid adult vitamin of equal dosage, I have been reduced to taking 2 Flintstones vitamins a day. I really hope this helps me feel not quite so tired any more.
is
this just not enough…?
