All the Little Ants are Marching, Blue and Red and Black and Gray...We All Do It the Same

There is a postcard on the bulletin board in my office of a small, rather frightened looking chihuaha, awaiting imminent doom in form of an overweight woman on a less than adequate folding stool. Each day I look at that dog and feel as though I am staring in a mirror.

Isn't funny how we can go on everyday doing the same old thing. That is what Jennifer and I have been talking about today. We are sifting through the monotony that has become our lives. And on Wednesdays, we feel quite blah.

Here's to you Dave Matthews, for spicing up my Wednesday afternoon. See you in a week and a half.