I am tired. Presently I'm at my desk, humming the theme to Rocky III, Survivor's Eye of the Tiger.

I'm disturbed on many levels:

1)I can't get this goofy song out of my head-I actually own this on 45 and I'm freaked that I would admit to this particular purchase

2)Visions of Stallone battling Dolph Lundgren (ya know that totally evil, steroid using Russian boxer who could like kill dudes with just one rip roaring punch) go racing through my mind as I try to concentrate on my reports

3)I don't even like the Rocky movies yet I find myself singing along to this idiotic song, I can't help but get down with the lyrics...it's the eye of the tiger, it's the dream of the fight...rising up to the challenge of a rival...and the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night and he's watching us all with the eyeeeeeee of the tiger...I know I'm sick

4)Perhaps my unconscious mind is telling me that I really want to be Mister T? or Apollo Creed? Why would I want to be muscular men of African descent? ACK!!!!!!!!!

5)Maybe my body is telling me that I need to eat more Frosted Flakes?

6)I doubt it's a desire to go cavorting through the jungle with machette in hand-not my style-humidity does rude things to my hair