Turn around, go home...walk away.

Honestly, i'm not sure a Monday could start any worse than this. Alarm goes off, and you hear this:

Don't Go Breaking My Heart -- Elton John and Kiki Dee

I should have stayed in bed. I should have take the toaster into the shower with me. I should have not come to work. But, I figured, it has to get better...right?

Play That Funky Music -- Wild Cherry
Cryin' -- Aerosmith

Jesus. I mean, really...these songs? Many folks have read this blog and said "change the fucking station". Normally, i'd rather listen to bad music than two DJ schmucks rambling about fart jokes or some bullshit. Today, I was ready to change it over. I was ready to go NPR or something. Luckily (or not, depends on your point of view) I made it to the parking lot of the NWC safely.

Happy St. Patty's day. I hope i'm jumped and beaten to death by Irish hooligans. One good headbutt to put me out of my misery.