Jan 05, 2004 12:22
Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door
Last night a little angel Came pumpin' 'cross my floor
She said "Come on baby, I got a license for love
And if it expires... pray help from above"
I always thought he said "RAIN HELL FROM ABOVE!" I like my lyrics better.
I'm going to be working 70-80 hours this week trying to get my project ready for beta testing. This means I should be pretty sparse, so if you see me around, please give me a brief lecture and make me get back to work.
Awful timing for this. I'm starting to feel rather squishy; I really should be spending my evenings at the gym. I'm extremely apprehensive about basketball on Wednesday. How am I going to get any ups when I have all these holiday meals attached to my body?