12.23.2006

 

Dr McWeinery! Dr. Fine! Dr. Howard!

I know you're not a Dr. of psychology, though I think you used to play one on tv, but this morning I woke up singing the IAHS alma mater (or as Chip always called it: the dooma schpater). What's wrong with me! Quick before I do something drastic, like make my wife and daughter dress up like Native American mascots....

I can't get it out of my head. I even tried singing "The Macarana", which will just about erase anything from the mind, and now I'm doing the dance moves for that song with the words and melody of the first song.

Stop me before I kill again.

Comments:
There are drugs for this you know...
 
Try the "Hey Mickey, he's so fine/He's so fine he'll blow my mind/Hey Mickey, Hey Mickey..." mantra with 2 shots of bourbon. Should do the trick.

If not, brain surgery time my poor friend.
 
Oh, and take deep breaths, 5 molecules of Julius Ceasar's last breath at a time.
 
Hey Nell, the emails I just sent you keep kicking back. Is anything getting thru?
 
No Tim, nothing is getting through and I don't know why but it's frustrating the heck out of me. BTW, it's only YOUR emails.
 
I think it's only your emails. Anyone else?
 
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