I feel kind of in a funk today. There’s a mysterious disturbance in my personal force. Dunno what the cause is – I blame Saturn (for no good reason). Time to break out the secret weapon for banishing funks: The King of Spain.
It is seriously impossible to be in a bad mood while listening to this song. It’s gotten me through some very frustrating moments, including the infamous I’m Stranded in an Airport in Iceland and Have To Wait Another Hour For the Exchange Counter to Open to Get Change For the Pay Phone. Good times. Thanks, King, for your loyal service in preserving my sanity.