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it's aliiiive....
Though it feels rather bruised. I put this down to doing officey things I don't normally do. My shoulders are all shot.
mm. Hungry.
I got stuck stuffing envelopes. Alone. For two hours. With NO SOUND.
So I ended up singing Tori Amos in my head. First, Boys for Pele (I lost bits of Hey, Jupiter, and the end of the album); then some of Choirgirl. And then I switched to the Pet Shop Boys' Very; I got through the first two songs, forgot the next one, and sang most of To Speak is a Sin. All in my head. Like a jukebox.
Am I still sane? Who knows.
Came home, collapsed. Going to work the overnight in an hour. Sigh.
mm. Hungry.
I got stuck stuffing envelopes. Alone. For two hours. With NO SOUND.
So I ended up singing Tori Amos in my head. First, Boys for Pele (I lost bits of Hey, Jupiter, and the end of the album); then some of Choirgirl. And then I switched to the Pet Shop Boys' Very; I got through the first two songs, forgot the next one, and sang most of To Speak is a Sin. All in my head. Like a jukebox.
Am I still sane? Who knows.
Came home, collapsed. Going to work the overnight in an hour. Sigh.