Whomever it is outside who keeps honking that freaking tootyhorn is about to get my foot up their ass in a minute.
No, really, I'm happy.
I actually am, I just hate tootyhorns!
EDIT: Wow. Neil Gaiman wrote a review of the Dresden Dolls reunion performances and while I like Amanda's solo stuff more, I am thinking now that is because I never saw the Dresden Dolls live. This review had me sobbing by the end (I do that. If it's emotional, I cry) and it's absolutely beautiful and frank and real and I love it.
"How do you sleep at night? It must be like catching lightning in a jar."