Wednesday, September 27, 2006
I have a job interviewtomorrow for the Department of Motor Vehicles. So you can probably guess what my state of mind is like. If you can't, here's a frightening glimpse:
"BOOGA! Whoop! Dee dee dee obbbi oobie wah wah How to get to North Philly and back in one piece? Ding dong! Panic's calling! RED ALERT! AwOOOga! AwOOOga! Mr. Worf, raise sheilds and fire at will. Just joking, Will. Da da DAAAAA..."
...and so on ad infinitum. I suppose there's a spiritual lesson in here somewhere, but it's just not getting through at the moment.