Got’ny? Hm? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
I am desperately trying to put on the dancing shoes and get some work done, but I need a terpsichorean muse; a happy feet raison d’être.
*squirming in chair* I just hate everything today. This is a much-discussed phenomenon in my world. What to do when you want to put your fist through a kitten? Here it is 9:16 a.m., and I haven’t done a thing except pay bills, answer emails, buy something at Amazon, and drink café mocha. What a ne’er-do-well. What a nincompoop. What a donkey. And there sits the choreography notebook, all tired and lonely and forlorn…
OK, enough. Get on your feet; get up and make it happen.
Hey, thanks to all my awesome fiends for the birthday comment love. You are top drawer, and again, the main reason I keep this little comedy on the boards. *hugs*