Anyway, in my dream I had to go to the bathroom - to defecate. (Hey, it happens, grow up.) I don’t really know where I was … it was like a school or office building of some sort. I finally found a toilet that was in some empty room. And so I had relieved myself, and I was just getting ready to conclude things when the door opens and tons of people start walking in, and start sitting down around this large table. And that’s when I realize that the toilet I’m sitting on is positioned right in front of a large conference table. Now the 20 or 25 other people who have come in are all sitting on regular chairs around the table, and from their perspective they can’t tell anything is odd about me - as far as they know I was just the first one in the room and seated at the table. They can’t tell that I’ve got my pants down below my knees and am actually sitting on a toilet. But I don’t know these people, and I don’t belong at this meeting. I need to leave. But dammit, first I need to wipe, and then pull up my pants and flush. The title of this post is the thought that was in my mind when I mercifully woke up.
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Well it’s my blog, so I can choose any damn thing I want for Our Duncan Funk Song of the Day. And today I choose to feature what I think is about the prettiest melody ever.
Title: Shenandoah
Artist: James Galway
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