By Tony Hicks
Monday, April 28th, 2008 at 12:56 pm in Uncategorized.
I hate it when I hit the wall at work. Translation: I hate it when I devour big meat raviolis for lunch and suddenly feel too full. Then I don’t feel like working and would much rather lay down under my desk and fall unconscious … which is never out of the realm of possibility, I assure you.
What’s even worse is knowing I can’t do that, because I have too much work. But you know what’s even worse than that?
That’s right — when the only thing that will bring me out of my semi-coma is Boston.
Sure, it’s a little embarrassing when you’re a music snob and the only band out of hundreds on the iPod that will motivate you to work writes lyrics like “Baby, it’s a party and nobody cares what we’re doin’ there. Baby, it’s a party as long as you’re there. It’s a party, party, party!”
Humans are best when they mature to the point of realizing their own limitations. And the fact is, I still air-jam to Boston. There … I said it. I freakin’ love that goofy ’70s spaceship.
Dear God … someone help me.
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