Not The Same.

Not The Same.

I'm having the suckingest day ever at work today, including but not limited to a box full of 8 reams of paper falling corner-first on my left thigh, then crying about it, then someone walking in on me, then not even writing a technically written sentence until 1:45pm due to spending the day doing random administrative duties and box dropping that are so not included anywhere near my job description, then driving in the Poway heat trying to find a fucking Jiffy Lube and FAILING, turning around dejected, only to pass it on the way back to work. Then John, of course, made fun of all the previously listed items. I choose my friends wisely, you see.

I figured the best bandaid for such a lousy day was to plug myself into the ipod and blast Ben Folds. I kept having to turn it up, because I COULD STILL HEAR EVERYONE IN THE BUILDING WITH ALL THE TALKING AND CHATTING AND LAUGHING AND TYPING even all the way across by the windows. Probably not, but I was emotional which generally leads to exaggeration . Anyway, "Not The Same" came on the ipod. At the Wiltern show in August, Ben had the entire audience join in on the "ahhhhh, ahhhhh" part, using, I kid you not, three-part harmonies. We rocked it (thanks mostly to the phenomenal acoustics in the beautiful Wiltern theater). It was so beautiful.

It was just such a perfect time to hear that song again and I felt the need to enter the experience into my little time capsule here. This post brought to you by a ridiculously sappy moment in a ridiculous day.

My leg hurts.