Well, I’m hopped up on Paxil, Claritin D, and Excedrin Migraine. Everything’s FINE. (I’m picturing the “FINE” sounding like the “FINE” in Tracey Bonham’s “Mother, Mother” - which, by the way, I totally recommend as my brother’s anthem)
Excedrin Migraine should be classified as an amphetamine because every time I take it, my hands shake. Unfortunately, it’s the only thing that I have found that kicks migraine’s in the ass. My co-workers will notice soon how talkative I have suddenly become. “So what if we do this and this and this… and then that and this and that.”
Whew, I need to slow down….
I won’t expound upon who asks me this question. Just know that it has been several people over the last few years. They ask, “What do you do for fun” as we begin an investigation of one sort or another. It’s a very basic question, but until faced with it, I don’t realize how difficult the question really is.
I wonder whether the simple phrase “nothing” is acceptable. It’s not necessarily that I don’t have fun, but when I do, I’m not really paying attention. And I don’t seek it out. I don’t say, “I’m going to do THIS today and it’s going to be FUN.” Maybe other people are more purposeful about it.
The other day, the question came again after I was assured that I could lead a team of people to figure out what lies behind the great JBot. I declined the offer, but I did answer the question.
What do I do for fun? When am I having fun? Whenever I am wholly distracted. Movies, elaborately themed amusement parks; those are probably the two easiest sources of my fun. I am outside of time and outside of the mundane that is most days. It’s not that the rest is particularly bad, but it has alot to live up to for me to put it into my arsenal of ready-made answers or one day say, “I’m going to do THIS today and it’s going to be FUN.”
I think my blog is going to start melting and/or be tagged on some kind of list, but anyway, check out Cindy Crawford on this Fox News interview. I swear to God she looks like the spitting image of Jackie O.
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