A long one, too. On the way home, I passed by the park and I heard banjo and fiddle music. The kind that makes my ass itch. I work hard and usually get nothing from it other than upset at the clowns I work with. And what does the world give me in return? Okie music.
I even got an email today telling me that the party I missed, because of work, was a great one. The world is rubbing it in.
So, what’s worse, living a miserable life, or living a miserable life and feeling sorry for yourself? I figure I’ll just live the miserable life. It’s probably the only one they’ll give me.
If you did a little jig to that Okie music it’d probably cure what ails you!!!
Have you tried to dance your disease away yet? I have to give you the number of a shamanic healer in Arazona when I’m up there next week. She does stuff over the phone and supposedly she’s a miracle worker!! I’m going to call her soon, I’ll let you know what happens.