"When I say dance, you best dance, muthafucka!!"

*Jumps up and down to Violent Femmes for several minutes, just because it's them*
Yes, it's possible to bellydance to Violent Femmes if you get the "Lies" song with the zither-bass jam session at the end...*shimmy shimmy*

It's amazing what a good breakfast, 9 hours of sleep and a good long hot shower can do. (Evan Dorkin calls it "the poor man's vacation")
I feel a bit more upbeat. Doesn't hurt that I did a Wedge run after work and bought things that made me happy, like sushi and rice cakes and plum candy and rosewater witchhazel and raspberry tea and snooty belgian chocolate...Ohhhh yeah...and more ingredients for...wait for it....

Green curry.

Awwwyeah. I make the green curry tonight, babies, Who's my friend now, hah?

I'd better put all the locks on the doors and maybe wedge a chair against the knob so the gibbering hordes can't break in screaming for curry goodness. This means YOU.....okay, maybe I'll let you in if there's a compelling reason to do so. I can be bribed...heh.

Meanwhile...More Femmes for this Maus...
"One, one, one cos you left me,
and two two two for my family,
and three, three, three for my heartache,
and four, four four for my headaches,
and five, five five for my lonely,
and six, six, six for my sorrow,
and seven, seven, no-no-no-tomorrow,
and eight, eight, I forget what eight was for,
and nine, nine, nine for my loss, god,
and ten, ten , ten ten,
EVERYTHING EVERYTHING EVERYTHING EVERYTHING!"