Inspired by overthetop1 IP Though Hers is Much Better (IP)

A while back I had a colonoscopy because I'm in my fifties and my brother had died from complications with colon cancer. I made the appointment and got through it fine and the following week I had an endoscopy procedure done by the same doctor and anasthesiologist - no way I spelled that right - Just before the anasthesia takes affect I hear the doctor ask the nurse "is this the singer?" she said yes and I had to ask myself what was it i was singing while he was probing my colon last week. i do play guitar and sing and i hope it was something worth hearing and not something cringeworty as I do have a habit of belting out a Barry Manilow tune when least expected and without being prompted. I sing full voiced sledge hammer and all. all the bells and whistles not caring in the least the emabarrassment I am causing my son. Odd thing is I never listen to barry manilow it's one of those subconsci - i write this at work so there a very un-kereoac pause while i took a phone call. I could have done the beat-thing and told them to fuck off! I'm busy! but that may have put me on the unemplyment line and I wouldn't be able to pay the internet bill and blah blah blah. Very unhip on my part but it will make my wife very happy to know I won't be mooching off her for the rest of the summer waiting for my unemployment benefits to end. Now i've lost my train of thought and don't remember where i was going with this but i think i'm not supposed to go any where special I'm supposed to be like a run away train barreling down the tracks bent on chaos and destruction and world you better get out of my fucking way or - sorry another damn interruption, some train I'm turning out to be ,demote me to the the kiddy ride park and hop aboard all you children and seniors, Rich is going to take you on a little ride. Hold on to your hats and walkers we may be reaching speeds of 15 miles per hour! Whoa nelly did you enjoy the ride? Well screw you two you old biddy, i couldnt go any faster with all these damn interruptions you see the company I work for is under renovations at the moment and- not an interruruption i just need to scratch my nose but i continue on with my merry ride, no drugs on board but they would sure help, where the hell was i? a hyes the train, some of my favorite songs are train songs, love train, this train, train of fools, no wait that was Chain of fools though it should be train of fools - writing at work is a pisser i call it one eye over the shoulder writing or you're looking to get fired writing but on the positive side writing this fast makes me look like i'm getting something accomplished. "look at him go" they must be saying, "boy he'll really go far in this company, man like that." or maybe, "hey look at that suck up, can he have his head any further up the bosses -" well, you know what I mean. eyes are upon me wondering what the hell I'm doing I was only asked to type a note letting everyone know it's Jane's birthday and we will be having cake and coffee at three. So now's a good a time as any to quit this thing as I am running out of steam. look at that ,a train reference! I only wish i were on one now going home to my - three interuptions and I'm out. I think there on to me. If you notice me posting at least three tales a day you'll know I'm on permanent vacation. "I write the songs that make the young girls cry, I write the songs, I write the songs!" Well that shut everyone up. Maybe now I can get some writing done.