I Can't Go For That, No, No Can Do

I forgot that while P was off on his big European music tour (meant to be said mockingly) that I'd be shlepping to work each night and day just like normal. No fun for the food monkey. Again I turn to pasta but this time a slightly failed attempt at something interesting. Angel hair pasta with broccoli florets, turkey sausage, canned tomatoes and garlic. Not my best.

Speaking of not our best...music for the 80's. They poison me with piped in pop music at work all day, rotating loops. Here and there, they switch over to 80's 'favorites'... And its even worse! Thompson Twins, Cutting Crew, even the people that once made good music really hit some lows in the 80's; Rolling Stones with 'Rock and a Hard Place', Aretha Franklin 'Who's Zoomin' Who', Elton John's I Guess That's Why They Call it the Blues, very sad. I worshiped Taupin. That can't be the same man who wrote Tiny Dancer. It's all so soul crushing. And to spend a whole day absorbing bad lyrics in harsh florescent lighting and then to come home and eat mediocre food...no wonder I feel like Belinda Carlisle's scrunchy after an all weekend bender.