Diva

I likes to sing.  Some Lot.

Today, it is the Friday before a long weekend, and also the Friday as a culmination of a brutally long week.
Not a bad week, mind, but a long week.
A week with audits and the like.  But also cake.

I digress.

I am fried.  I ain't got no brains.  Like a poor defenseless zombie.

There is only one thing to do.  Sing along time at the ol' workplace!  I've cranked up my Pandora broadway channel, and am now marching around singing "There ain't nothin' like a DAMMMMMMMEEE."  How badly do you wish you were here?  I know.  I'm sorry.

The next number to pop up is, inevitably, A Whole New World, from Aladdin.  Yep.  I know every word to that one, too.

One time, at my work, this one guy that was paying to be here (sort of) went potty and sang along in there and we could all hear him.  I'm told - and this part is a rumor - that it was messy to clean up, too.  Weirdo.

I would totally sing along in the work bathroom today.

Oh, heck yes.  Bring on Hakuna Matata.  I still have two hours left before I go home.

Happy weekend, everybody.  No worries.