Mar 31, 2007 19:21
I entertained myself* with a fantasy of trying out for American Idol by singing "I wanna be sedated" while accompaning myself with a tambourine. I am still snickering imagining the "BAM BAM BAM BAM BA BAM BAM BAM BAM I WANNA BE SEDATED" part.**
But I would never do that. Because of, you know, self respect and stuff.
Plus "Mala gente" by Juanes would totally be my tryout song. I can sing the fuck out of that song.
In other news, Tulio still has a new green card and I am still happy! And I called the IRS automated helpline (See, one government agency has got it right. And HUD has the easiest to use website in the federal government. Take note, USCIS) and they mailed our return yesterday. YAY! And I cleaned like a mofo today. and washed my car (wasted effort, the pollen-fall has not yet ended).
*Because I've concluded that that whole "runners' high thing is just an ironic joke, so I make up random fantasies to distract me from the pain (actually there is research showing that some people are not receptive to the chemicals that produce the runners' high; not coincidentally, these are the same people who are prone towards depression, ipso facto, me -- although in the long run exercise does elevate your mood, so stick with it).
**my hair is a lot longer and stringier in this fantasy.
running,
things i should probably keep to myself