Stuck in a Time Warp

I am so living in the eighties. Right now on this Wednesday morning in 2006, I'm listening to Madonna sing "Get Into the Groove." My friend Tom and I used to joke about how one day we'd be singing "Like a Virgin" to our kids instead of songs like "Puff the Magic Dragon." We laughed back then sitting outside of Franklin Middle School in Columbus, Ohio, but I'll be damned if I didn't sing "Get Into the Groove" to Catherine just the other day. Will I move beyond this or will I forever be stuck in the heydays of the 80s? The 80s sucked for me and I don't even know why I even think of them. I was this fat, miserable kid with a love for French fries, sitting on my butt and daydreaming about what was to come without any action plan.
All right. I'm into action now. The only problem is that there are only a few hours in the day to do everything that I want to do. I sit here in this cubicle and my mind goes to thoughts of what I'd rather be doing instead of going over tests written by teachers and if I should have another Diet Coke.
I'm going to spend a few minutes working on my copywriting course this afternoon. I'm loving the process and feel so drawn to this type of writing. All right. Back to looking at another test.
JC