Yesterday, to make up for not paying attention to Garbage while they were actually playing right in front of me on Monday, I listened to their CDs continuously. All day long. As as result, about the harshest thing I can handle today is the They Might Be Giants kid-album, "No!". Although that is kind of grating on my nerves too. I tried a bit of the Vengaboys earlier, but when I actually thought about "going to Ibiza," and how I bet it is very warm and lovely there with pretty people in pretty swimming trunks sitting on pretty beaches, I sort of lost my taste for the Vengabus too.
I hate not being in the mood to listen to what I have with me at work. I think what I really want to be hearing right now is someone playing Amazing Grace on the bagpipes. Or perhaps something involving a violin. Maybe the Carmina Burana will do the trick?
I love the ideas I have been sent regarding what I could have said to Monday night's wretched, syphilitic beast. I wish you had all been with me to give me ideas at the time, though -- I am not very good at this being-mad-and-yelling-at-strangers thing, and as a result I just exhibit that incoherence I related earlier. It takes a crack R&D team several hours to come up with comments on some offensive person's alleged explosive anal leakage, and even then they are used primarily for comic effect.
So tomorrow night is the flight to Colorado. Re-read that last sentence, stripping it of all excitement, inflection, and joie de vivre, and you might have a rough approximation of how much I am looking forward to the trip.