The background music running through your brain is “YMCA” by the Village People.
And the windshield wipers on theÂ car you’re test driving keep turning on randomly, so that you’re driving down the street on a relatively warm and sunny day with the wipers dragging themselves back and forth over a windshield devoid of any moisture whatsoever (although the problem technically started yesterday).
AndÂ the only word to describe your current state of mind isÂ “giddy”, as in:
- affected with vertigo; dizzy.
- attended with or causing dizziness: a giddy climb.
- frivolous and lighthearted; impulsive; flighty: a giddy young person.
And to be clear, we’re using the third definition.
And I don’t know why I’m giddy; I just am.
And that’s all I have to say about that, except for what I’m about to say.
Sometimes, it’s hard to believe that I’m turning 30 in November.