Same as it ever was?

I woke up at the ass crack of dawn today. Why? Because some guy's supposed to come over and retile part of the bathroom. Has he shown up yet? Why, of course not, you silly person! Since when do people ever show up when they say they will? So I've been sitting here, at my computer, vegging out. Trying to rub together two brain cells to spark a thought. I'm not very successful. I've had the Talking Heads running through my head this fine morning, hence the title. I'd hand out cool points to whoever can name the song, but I think it's too easy.

I've been listening to other music to distract. But every so often a little snippet of the song slithers through my head and drives me insane. I think I have it on my playlist somewhere. I should check rather than risk losing my mind completely. If no one hears from me that means the song got me and I'm hiding under my desk, weeping and babbling incoherently. This would be different from my usual incoherent babble since I'd be under my desk and I'm not usually found there.

And where is that guy?!