An amusing morning (from an email I sent 16 hours ago)

I'm still sitting here at Peet's, and it's a bit diffucult to concentrate. Even though I woke up at 6 am, I'm still feeling energetic right now (7am), and it feels like a waste to be spending my time doing HIPAA training and analyzing data. I'd rather be translating for patients or ambling down some woodsy road/the dish. Ambling, huh. I haven't ambled in forever. I would amble to work, but it's so far that it'd probably take an hour-otherwise, I'd probably do it quite often. My desires notwithstanding, I'm still stuck without a way to efficiently integrate pleasure strolling and my morning commute or to translate Spanish for patients... though I will be interpreting at Arbor Free Clinic Sunday morning. w00t.

The coffee shop owner has been listening to the same song for 20 minutes now. Seriously. The song only lasts 3 minutes or so, but the owner's husband found a devious way wear out its appeal. It's a famous Spanish opera love song that everyone remakes in different languagues, and the owner's husband made her a recording in which the French, Spanish, Italian, Arabic, etc. versions are concatenated (and somehow all sung by the same guy backed up by the same orchestra). I initially thought the song was all beautiful and romantic, but the 7th repetition of some Spanish guy's expression of his undying love borders on wretched excess much in the same way as "99 bottles of beer on the wall," and it's starting to piss me off. Kind of makes me want to club a baby seal while telling a Hellen Keller joke to a dead baby in Darfur. Alternatively I could club a baby seal while telling a dead baby joke to Hellen Keller in Darfur, and the result would be the same.

Haha wow, that's kind of morbid. I should probably go. Here's something to cheer you up. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1gTGmbA40ZQ

Better than that blasted Josh Groban version