1/28/06
Shit, I forgot to mention this in yesterday's entry. I was one of the last people in the office, stuck 'til 5 p.m., and I heard a faint and familiar tune. I hung up the phone and sat listening intently and I heard it coming from the back. "Is that Sinatra?"
Shit, I forgot to mention this in yesterday's entry. I was one of the last people in the office, stuck 'til 5 p.m., and I heard a faint and familiar tune. I hung up the phone and sat listening intently and I heard it coming from the back. "Is that Sinatra?"
Out here, hearing Frank Sinatra is about as rare as hearing John Denver back in New Jersey. The third part of It was a Very Good Year was playing. Like a moron, I got up and walked around listening hoping to find the source. No dice. Wrestling fan manager was looking at me funny but I gave up.
At least I wasn't embarassed by my shenanigans. I'll chalk it up to having a brain tumor and hallucinating.
