Driving to my cubicle this morning and listening to lite FM, the smart ass DJ was playing We Will Rock You/ We Are the Champions, by Queen. Traffic was at a standstill, but we were all champions none the less.
After work we went to Red Lobster, my mother in-law is visiting. I had a sensible adult meal of grilled tilapia and lite beer. Judy had the salmon and white zin. There was music playing. Daryl Hall was singing about the mystery of love whilst his partner John Oates lustily agreed in the form of musical accompaniment. I smeared pudding all over my face and killed thirteen people. Mother was not harmed, but she had to be sedated.
Tonight I huff ether in the garage while the ancient bears scream at me about Rocking in the Free World. Life is good, Toyotathon is happening, to bad I have to work tomorrow.
