Actually, it was last night. I learned that the marmot is actually a rodent. It was one of the final questions on "Win Ben Stein's Money".
September 15, 1999
Keith does this thing sometimes where he'll go to sleep with me at a semi-normal time, say, midnight or so, but then wakes up for a few hours around 2 AM and goes to work on his program or whatever. It's vaguely disturbing, because I always wake up when he wakes up, but I'm not always fully awake, so sometimes I think it was a dream, or I actually incorporate it into a dream, like I did last night.
He got up and I must have woken up briefly, because I had a dream that he went out of the room and for some reason I couldn't find him anywhere. This is probably because I was only looking for him in the room he'd just left, but dreams don't have to make sense. Anyway, I didn't realize I'd had this dream because of him, until today when I called him from work. I remembered my dream all of a sudden and asked him if he'd got up the night before for a few hours, and he's like, "Yeah, you woke up too, don't you remember?" Nope. Isn't the brain a weird thing?
I've been listening to the classical station while I'm at work. This is a great job, it really is. I don't have to dress up, they let me set my own hours, and I can play the radio if I want. My co-workers are pretty cool for the most part, too, which is nice, because of the jobs I've had that sucked, most of them sucked because of the co-workers.
Anyway, I used to have the radio tuned to some Top 40 station, because that's what my officemate Johanna suggested. Except after a week of listening to Top 40 hits in power rotation, I was losing my mind. Seriously, if I'd heard "Mambo #5" one more time, I think I would have gone postal on the radio.
Are you familiar with this song? It's the one that goes "A little Monica in my life, a little Sandra on the side, a little Rita in the sun, a little Margie all night long", or something to that effect. It's very, very catchy. It's more catchy than a Barry Manilow song. Here, I'll prove it.
She was a showgirl
She wore some feathers in her hair,
And a dress cut down to there!
Copacabaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaana!
Music and fashion were always the passion
At the copaaaaaaa! She lost her love!
OK, now just sit there for a second. Stare at the wall. Don't talk.
"A little Monica in my life..." You're still humming it, aren't you? Aren't you??
A song more powerful than "Copacabana". I didn't think it was possible.
Addendum: Carolyn points out that if you don't know the song "Mambo #5" then all that happens to you as a result of this little experiment is that you get "Copacabana" firmly implanted into your head. Uh, sorry about that.
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