I feel the need ... the need to sing, baby!

It's Friday afternoon, and I'm trying so hard to resist the temptation to just get up on my desk and start belting out a horrendous, a cappella version of "You Make Me Feel (Mighty Real)". No reason - I just feel like singing it.

And, really, isn't that the best reason to start singing a disco song originally done by a flamboyant gay man like Sylvester?

Such a warped little mind

At work, my Intarweb home page is MSN.com - sucky, I know ... but I'm too lazy to change the default to some insurance carrier's or something.

Anywho, one of the headers says "Deadly Hurricane Eyes U.S." - and the immediate thought popping into my head is that of a borderline lecherous hurricane, trying to put the moves on the Southeastern United States, with Barenaked Ladies' "Conventioneers" playing in the background.


Quitting time can't come soon enough, obviously. I'm blogging the asinine thoughts as they come around.