At Home Singing Starship

Sick.

Well, sorta.

It's weird having a boss that actually tells you to work from home. Yay for germ-a-phobes! Or is it germ-o-phobes? Germafobes. Jerrmahfohbs.

I'm actually feeling worse now that I came home. Getting the chills and all that good stuff. Blah.

I wish I was able to record my thoughts as they pop into my head. You know like in the movie, What Women Want (which I haven't really seen except for one scene with Helen Hunt in an office with Mel Gibson). Apparently, he can hear everything she's thinking, right? You see though, I don't think my thoughts would always be in complete sentences. Here's an example of what's going through my head right now:

KiKi, stop it.
I can't really think of anything to type or think about.
Cold.
KiKi!
Stop it, KiKi. Don't even try it.

Well, that was lame and not a good example. (KiKi was trying to eat my computer mouse/computer screen).

Anyway, the point is that I don't think everyone thinks in sentences. It might be more like in random ideas, words and...notions?

Ahoy, mateys! Come aboard the StArrrrr-ship!

So apparently we have pirates chillin' 'round Africa. I just read an article on cnn.com with the headline of "No way to stop us, pirate leader says."

The first thing that popped into my head was...yep, you'd better believe it..."Nothing's Gonna Stop Us." If you don't know the song, then 1) you obviously haven't seen Mannequin and 2) well, you don't appreciate bad music from ex-60s and 70s-rockers-turned-We-Built-This-City-and-crapped-out-a-music-video bands.

And we can sail these fleets together, sailing strong forever
Nothing's gonna stop us now!
And if this world runs out of tankers
Wall Street loses bankers
Nothing's gonna stop us, nothing's gonna stop us nowwwww whoahhhhhhh

Yes. I am. A. Dork.