March 25, 2004
Cover your ears...
You know it's time to give it up and get to work when you find yourself refreshing your Livejournal friends page endlessly, waiting for someone to SAY SOMETHING ALREADY, DAMN IT!
I'm a little unfocused this morning, but I'm going to try and work that to my advantage here in a minute. Honest. Yesterday was a pretty draining day overall. I'm glad it's over. Although, I did make veal parmigiana for dinner for the first time, and I'm pretty sure it didn't completely suck. Ask me again once I've had the leftovers for lunch.
Singing along to the radio in my car is one of my favorite things to do. But there's something even better. There is a deep, almost visceral pleasure in taking some cheesy old 80s song (say, oh, "When I'm With You" by Sheriff, for example) and singing along, complete with every single "bab-ay-ee-yay-yay-ee-yay-yay" and every key change, in your best "plant your feet center stage and belt it to the back of the auditorium" voice, feeling like your voice is so big it's going to blow the windows out of your car--especially when you hit that last note, the one that makes dogs cover their ears for a two mile radius. And if you do it while driving down an empty stretch of freeway at one in the morning, that's the best of all.