Am filled with the rampant malaise that the boomingly unending sterophonic delight at work has dallied unendingly on the weird Delilah "Love Songs @ Night" and John Tesh "Information 4 Living" station. Buttons to change channel smashed. Volume control is GLUED. WTF? I feel as if I'm reliving Hannibal explaination to Starling that Chilton forces him to watch televangelists full tilt for days as his punishment 4 the Miggs deal-io, except Ana & I get aurel bombardment... I really am quite open minded; my CD collection includes a fair bit of Elton John, and the Sailor Moon sound track, but there is a limit to my Celene Dion & Josh Groban tolerances. 10-12 hours a night of meandering drivel, and callers that LOVE Delilah's show are SOOO in love/heart-broken/getting married/just broke up etc and natter on painfully. It's mesmerizing in it's not goodness...
