Judging by the time of my last post, I should be "pressing my ears". After sleeping for a few hours, I received a call from a co-worker who asked me to cover for him because he was GOING FOR A BLIMP RIDE!!! Ordinarily, I don't get jealous of people (can't impress me with a fancy car), but A BLIMP RIDE!!! That just makes me seethe with envy.
So, here I am at work, typing through the bitter tears, sighing the traditional lament of the blimpless.
Funny, though, I decided to track down the original on which Homer's lament was based and discovered that The Seekers were from the Drouthy Antipodes. This I didn't know- they even sang a couple of songs about their southern homeland.
Now where was I? Hell, I'm too distracted to be consumed by envy. That also makes me jealous- jealous of those who can maintain the spite and bitterness, regardless of extenuating circumstances.