Waking up with hindsight.

I don't know why I haven't listened to my iPod at work before. I am now. It feels different to be working to Loverboy.

On another note: Holy carpcrap, I am soooo bored. Perhaps the current global economic situation has some influence on the fact that I am mostly sitting here doing nothing all day. Here at this bank. Doo dee doo. Twiddle twiddle (of thumbs).

I had a dream last night that I saw a booth in a mall that told fortunes. Like, with a genie inside and stuff, and when you pressed the button, it played an Ozzie Osbourne song. The exciting part is that it was a brand new Ozzie song that even Ozzie doesn't know about. It's called "She Says She Woke Up With Hindsight."

Go ahead, sing it to yourself, you know what it would sound like. Number 1 hit. Done. What else can I do for you world? What other bits of genius can I dream up to enhance every one's daily life?

Dreaming that song made me wake up laughing. Now just writing out the title has made me laugh, blowing my pretending-to-work cover. No one likes their bank job enough to guffaw at their screen and then tee hee for a little after. Pushing money around just isn't that amusing. Not for me anyway.

Sheee saaays, deer ne ne neer neer, neer neer, she woke up with, dunn de ne dunn dunn, dunn de ne dunn dunn, HIIIND SIIIGGHT!

Anyway.

I miss the old, chubby, acid-tripping, frosted hair Ozzy.