I was sitting at work, bored stiff and frustrated. I had a million worries in my head. My shoulder was cramped, and there was a persistent throb in my bicep which just about made my eyes water. My blood sugar was terrible and could not be corrected. My feet were wet and cold. One of my fingernails had gotten ripped through the nail plate, and whenever I handled something my nail would get caught and rip further.
Plus it was Monday. What could possibly, POSSIBLY make me happy in this state?
Before Christmas, workmate Mr. App turned me on to "The Knife." Now he's done it again with "The Go! Team." If I had a firstborn I'd happily give it to him in gratitude.