Free lunch. And a song in my heart.
There is such a thing as a free lunch. The company Christmas lunch is tomorrow. Roast beef, mashed potatoes, green beans almondine and cheese cake with topping for dessert is the menu. Bonus checks get handed out at the same time. I think I already spent mine on my car’s headlight assembly. I haven’t decided if I’m going to be bad and eat lunch with everyone, or look bad and carry my lunch bag in. The roast beef is pre-marinated and probably is way over my salt limit. Ah well, it’s the thought that counts.
The deal has been struck – The Socialist and I are going to see next Wednesday’s midnight showing of The Two Towers. I have to put in a six day work week, so I’ll just go in late on Thursday and make up the time Saturday. No problem. I’m glad we’ll get to see it together before he leaves. I’d have felt terrible sneaking out to see it on my own while he was in California.
I’ve been busy at work trying to steal back all my desk items that the Vultures appropriated while I was out on short term disability. Certain items like staples, small post-its, hole punchers and manilla folders are in short supply, so certain opportunists took advantage of my absence to liberate these and a few other items from my desk. Fortunately, at my end of the building, there is a limited array of possible culprits. Evidently none of them realized that I mark my supplies with a piece of scotch tape on the bottom. I’ve retrieved everything but the small post-its, which weren’t marked. I also know who not to trust from here on out.
Finally, because I can’t leave well enough alone:
Dream Liver
with apologies to Bobby Darin
Every night I hope and pray
a dream liver will come my way
A liver to replace the old
and work again, as good as gold
’cause I want (yeah-yeah yeah)
some lobes (yeah-yeah yeah)
to call (yeah-yeah yeah)
my own (yeah-yeah)
I want a dream liver
that won’t quit, leaving me alone.
Dream liver,
where are you
with your enzymes oh, so true
And your bile
that helps digest,
I long to feel you ‘neath my breast.
’cause I want (yeah-yeah yeah)
Some lobes (yeah-yeah yeah)
to call (yeah-yeah yeah)
my own (yeah-yeah)
I want a dream liver
that won’t quit, leaving me alone.
Someday, I don’t know how,
Someone will hear my plea
Some way, I don’t know how,
My brand new liver will come to me
Dream liver,
until then,
I’ll go to sleep and dream again
That’s the only thing to do,
till all my liver dreams come true
’cause I want (yeah-yeah yeah)
some lobes (yeah-yeah yeah)
to call (yeah-yeah yeah)
my own (yeah-yeah)
I want a dream liver
that won’t quit, leaving me alone.
Dream liver, until then,
I’ll go to sleep and dream again
That’s the only thing to do,
till all my liver dreams come true
’cause I want (yeah-yeah yeah)
Some lobes (yeah-yeah yeah)
to call (yeah-yeah yeah)
my own (yeah-yeah)
I wanna dream liver
that won’t quit, leaving me alone.
Please don’t make me dream alone
I beg you don’t make me dream alone
No, I don’t wanna dream
Pali, you have a bright future as a lyricist. I mean it. 🙂
You eat that roast beef and you can apologise to Bobby’s face.
*rubs thru room tossing sunshine*
=)
Stick with the vegetables. You cant go wrong!!
You expected me to say that though!!
Regarding you wonderful writings. You know, we could make a good team. I’ll compose the music, you do the words, and we may knock Kasey Chambers off the charts!! LMAO
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PS.. you can sing cant you?? LOL
I think you have been tight enough with your diet to splurge abit.
Your song is very good. Maybe you missed your calling as a song writer? Perhaps it should be included in the A & P book?
It’s 1am. I’m off to bed.
ah, how i miss company lunch (not. well, sometimes). be careful. follow your liver and your heart, dear pal.
here’s to liver dreams 8)
ah, how i miss company lunch (not. well, sometimes). be careful. follow your liver and your heart, dear pal.
here’s to liver dreams 8)
Ahhh, "the holidays"….bane of dieters everywhere
Give an account of The Twin Towers!!!! I won’t get to see it until probably after Christmas, and DON’T WANT TO WAIT!!!!
Alli