The group, whose routines were more provocative than those of Pan's People, had a chart-topping disco hit in 1978 with "I Lost My Heart to a Starship Trooper."

My revelation for the week: I don't like chicken all too much.

Interesting.

I just ate like a year of cheese.

And yeah, I guess "year" is an odd measurement for something like amounts of cheese. Oh well.

Curse you, dill havarti. You own my soul.

Last night I dreamed (among other things) that the President died. (Of natural causes, not assassination.) Very weird. Very random. A somber man gave me a dried flower, and my grandfather (who was suddenly alive) gave me thirty-six cents to go play in the arcade. Hm ( Read more... )

Am at work.
Just had lunch.
And nobody came in to interrupt me.

Why yes, it was fabulous.

P.S. Sorry for the silence. Have been going quite literally non-stop the past three days. Garden District is going to be utterly fantastic, though, so I don't mind one bit.

So an entire jar of rubber cement leaked itself all over my crafts box.

WHEE.

I'm off to the theatre to make props. Sayounara, chickadees.

Maybe I should think about doing my reading for tomorrow's class.

And maybe I should start sitting in a chair. My back is a mess.