(Da doom da da doom doom)
It's my birthday too, yeah!
(Da doom da da doom doom) . . .
Ya know, sometimes this whole altering-song-lyrics-to-fit-my-situation works less well than other times.
Hmm. I don't want to be at work today. None of us do, as far as I can tell. We're all in pretty good moods, and it's not that we're tired, we just would rather be elsewhere, doing elsething. Yes. Elsething, I said. And you have to humor me, because it's my birthday.
My Grandparents gave me four pairs of fun socks as a part of my birthday present. Yvette at work gave me two pairs of fun socks. I'm having a socky birthday so far. Which is cool with me, as I quite like socks. When they are fun or pretty. Or just warm.
Anyway. Work. Yes.