Won't You Take Me To... Funky Town?
I'm feeling a little bit funky today.
It started yesterday and I didn't help it by watching "Full Metal Jacket" before bed time. I don't know why I'm constantly drawn to that movie... oh yes I am... because Gunnery Sgt Hartman is one of my all-time favorite characters ever. But Kubrick before bed is never a good idea. Last time I did that was with "A Clockwork Orange" and I ended up the next day with "Singing in the Rain" in my head and shouting, "TRY THE WINE!", at random people. It was a real horror show.
So yeah... my mood hasn't improved today.
Normally, I'd write something bitter when I'm in a funky mood... so that's what I'll do today.
Speaking of funky... do people that bathe in cologne or perfume think they smell good?
I had the misfortune of stepping into an elevator as an overly perfumed lady was stepping out. It was bad enough as she wafted by, but on entering the elevator the stink pierced my soul! I had to hold my breath as I rode up the longest ride to floor three in the history of elevation.
When I arrived, I fell out of the elevator gasping like a fish out of water. The receptionist thought I was on drugs. I told her no... just revolted by some Estee Lauder.
I don't know if that's what it was. Stupid Estee Lauder.
You'll have to excuse me... as I was writing this a co-worker has walled up my work area with a 7ft high pile of boxes. There's something very Edgar Allen Poe in that concept. I don't really feel like being walled in at the moment so I need to prepare my dramatic exit.
Or, I could just take a nap at my desk and no one would be the wiser.
Ponderous.