The conspiracy is real.
I don’t know how they found me, but they did. And now I must flee.
See, this morning I woke up with a Moody Blues song stuck in my head. Specifically, this one. It’s bad enough starting a Monday on THAT note…
But then I went to lunch at Subway, and they were playing a song on the radio. No, not “Never Comes the Day.” It was John Stinking Denver singing “Rocky Mountain High.”
The only way this Monday could get more depressing is if “THEY” weren’t actually after me. I blame Bush.
