La-la, La-la; La-la, La-la; El-mo's World....

...is stuck in my head.

It's a slight improvement over Puff The Magic Dragon; Puff was sung by everyone in my office yesterday because it got stuck in my head and I started humming it and boom, everyone was upset because THE EAR WORM GOT THEM TOO.

Elmo's world. Beanie's got an Elmo Phone. It's one of the least annoying noisemaking toys on the market, but still, it'll earworm you when you are least expecting it.

This weekend was soooooooo busy. Friday night, Amanda and I made 46 cupcakes. I promptly ate 6. Well, I shared a few. 40 were for the PF's 40th bday. I dressed up a covered wooden picnic area and got a keg to have a Pirate Fest. His last name is Marrrrrrrrgggghhh, after all. Fun times were had by all on Sunday. I don't know why I got the Pirate thing in my head. Probably because my daughter says "Arrrrggh" a lot, and PF likes pirates and Pirates of the Caribbean is one of my favorite rides, and pirates are just great in general. Except the Malay pirates. And the ones off the coast of Turkey. I'm thinking old-school west indies pirates, mainly. The mythologicized pirate of yore.

I got back to work sunburned and busy. I keep finding corrupted files from when I transfered a bunch of stuff from the laptop I used to use to the desktop I use now. I am missing pics of my bean, as well. I'm only discovering this now, since I'm not longer as busy and am working on other things again.

I'm feeling offended by a lot of stuff lately. I'm feeling annoyed by technology, by the fact that my baby cried for me piteously this morning and I had to go to work, by traffic, by my own bowels which are acting up again (I am thinking I just respond to stress with stomach problems), by the fact that I have bowel problems in the first place, by my cat's missing weiner (he had a urothrostomy (sp?) due to blockages that would have killed him in 36 hours if I hadn't taken the extreme measures I did; namely, unblocking him and buying a surgery to hopefully keep this from ever happening again in the future), by NPR who said my baby should not be watching any television (and they don't give me the caveat that fishing shows are probably okay), by my hair, by my burnt skin, by my coworkers who have no pity for people who lose their luggage on international transfers, by the music on the radio...The list goes on. I'm finding myself totally annoyed lately. Like I want to jump out of my sunburnt skin and zip away in the ether and leave it all behind. Not in a depressive way, but in a freedom sort of way. Is that depression???

How could I be depressed? I have this: