Sympathique

I’ve been trying to work hard and mostly failing, so I might as well listen to Pink Martini and surrender to the mood.

The chorus is a riff off the French composer Poulenc, and translates as follows:

I don’t want to work

I don’t want to lunch

All I want is to forget

And I want to smoke

Except that I like lunch and don’t care for tobacco, that pretty much describes my present.  In my current mood, I’ll settle for 50%.