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Sometimes I make jokes.
When a coworker asked how I was doing, I told her honestly - not so well, that I was hoping to skip the gym and just go lie down after work. I wasn't feeling well to begin with, and there was more stimulation than usual that day. I told her even switching to The Pogues wasn't enough to get things cleared out of my head, and that I might even have to switch to Daft Punk.
"I go for Tex-Mex," she said.
"Tex-Mex?"
"That sort of music - the guitar, you know, like Los Lobos - "
"Mariachi?"
"Yes."
"So Mex-Mex."
"What would you call Los Lobos?"
"Just another band from East LA."
"I go for Tex-Mex," she said.
"Tex-Mex?"
"That sort of music - the guitar, you know, like Los Lobos - "
"Mariachi?"
"Yes."
"So Mex-Mex."
"What would you call Los Lobos?"
"Just another band from East LA."