5:15 p.m. - 2006-04-24
The Whistler
Do you ever feel like you're nose whistling? That's how I've felt all day, despite my repeated nose-blowing. I should really work on it and hone a new skill or something.
All the nose whistling has reminded me of a song my dad taught me when I was a kid: "Whistle while you work, Hitler was a jerk, Mussolini bit his weenie, now it doesn't squirt." Which, in turn reminds me of some other great songs he taught me, including:
"Beautiful dreamer, dream on to me, won't you stay right here while I do pee pee? Sure I'll be right back, I'll feel much better, but if you make me stand here, I'll feel much wetter."
I feel sick to my stomach from all the crap I've eaten today. All my coworkers (including me) chose today as the day to bring in all sorts of leftover goodies, so all day 've eaten chocolate cake with chocolate ganache (my creation), Special K bites (whatever they are), and all manner of Easter candy. I think I OD's on SweetTarts.
Time to get out of here to make my 6:15 shrink appointment in Bethesda. That is one man I cannot afford to keep waiting. Gimme my drugs, man!
