Tunesday

It was about 6:30, on a Tuesday morning. This always happens on Tuesdays... I was sitting at my desk, pretending to work as usual. Suddenly, it struck. That deep breath that swells in my chest and makes my shoulders float up just slightly. My feet instinctively plant themselves on the ground and I get the urge to swiftly, in one motion, push my chair back from my desk, stand up and start pouring my heart out into song. Maybe in a bitchin' power ballad, where I strut and dance on top of my desk and others. Maybe everything around me will be oblivious and in slow motion. Didn't happen, but gawd, I wish it had.