I used to wear heavy, thick, dark-rimmed glasses. Now I wear more discreet black rimmed glasses. But for the past three or four years I have been mistaken for the lead singer of the Barenaked Ladies, Stephen Page. I'd be out and about or at a concert, mainly the Fillmore's bathroom, guys (and girls) would stop and whisper, "dude, that's the singer for the Barenaked Ladies." I didn't know what he looked like or what his name was, but i figured he must be a good looking, good-with-the-ladies, type of guy. Then this week, he was in town headlining the 65 Roses concert, a benefit for the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation, which coincided with the Centrix Financial Grand Prix of Denver. My boss hung his pic up on my cube wall. We all gathered around to exclaim how closey related we looked. I have to admit, and I usually don't, that this guy, does, in-fact, look alot like me. Even down to the watch. Crazy. I guess I should use it to my advantage and begin signing autographs or get backstage passes...heck, I might even try to get free drinks out of it.---
In other news, I have racked my neck again. This time it was from deep tissue massage gone bad. I get them all the time, but this time, it was too much. I even had to take a 1/2 off from work to go home, take a pain killer and two muscle relaxers. I love my massager person, but this killed me.
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