February 22, 2006


When nursing a hangover brought on by mixing too much bourbon, white wine, red wine and a lovely post-prandial MacCallan 12 year old and then trying, but failing to sweat it all out after 60 minutes of working out (890 calories burned), it is just the height of unfairness for the guys laying carpet in the hallway outside of my office to be playing the Bee-Gees. At high volume.

I have no idea how I am going to get that song out of my head today.

I just hope it happens before I have to give remarks to 75 people at a dinner tonight at 6:00.

Posted by Random Penseur at February 22, 2006 10:16 AM | TrackBack

Ah ah ah ah stayin' alive

stayin' alive

Posted by: Oorgo at February 22, 2006 11:19 AM

As a BeeGees fan, I'm appalled. Yes, I said it. I love them. The disco era? Not so much. Everything else? Yay.

The easiest way for ME to get rid of an earworm is to actually listen to the song. Listen. Sing it.

Failing that? Picture if you will -- Charo singing this:

My balogna has a first name. . .
it's O-S-C-A-R.
My balogna has a second name. . .
it's M-A-Y-E-R.

I hope I've helped.

HEY! Put that stapler down!!



Posted by: Margi at February 22, 2006 12:25 PM
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