I wonder where the disconnect is in my brain that causes me to be in my own world most of the time. *grin*
Really.
I mean, right now I don't have my headphones in, but earlier, I was completely enveloped in my own soundtrack for today; dancing around the office, typing my reports in rhythm with which ever song I happened to be listening to, oblivious to the piles of paper behind me that - I swear- are mating and multiplying at an unbelievable rate. Let it be known that paper will not be endangered as long as there are two or more pages on Melinda's desk!
When I had to reschedule an appointment, I'm pretty sure I told my supervisor about it in English, but had the words all backwards and mixed up courtesy of Spanish grammar... she looked at me kind of odd, and I explained it again, this time using English grammar... it worked.
And just now, I was thinking of nothing in particular as I finished up my break, and started singing songs from the Chicago soundtrack. Now, granted, I am going to see that tonight with everyone, but that was the furthest thing from my mind when the song Roxy started entertaining everyone around me!
Bueno. I'm certifiable. It's settled.
Perhaps I should go back to enjoying my Wednesday soundtrack, featuring artists such as Carson Henley, Nikki Yanofski, Billy Joel, Carney Wilson, Melody Gardot, Jason Mraz, and Simon and Garfunkle.
What- it's good Wednesday music!
(in the words of my mother, "Melinda, you're from another planet.")