i wanted dance party usa but the death cabbers weren't having it. thats okay. four in, i danced amongst some head bobbers and body swayers. i told the guy who politely apologized for stepping in front of me, "its okay, as long as you dance..." the postal service. i was so excited, and they lived up to it.
i searched around, looking in all directions... which one could it be?
i am cooking hard boiled eggs. there is 4 minutes left on the timer. this week started anew for me. like i said, time to tune up the hot rod for the mission to fiji.