It's half past three a.m. and I just spent a quarter of an hour jumping around in my room, because apparently it takes uptempo songs about nuclear devastation to get me dancing.
(Well, really, I'd probably also be dancing to this song if it was about something less depressing.)
It's bloody difficult to dance without making significant noise, btw... though I did wear headphones, at least. But I can't dance without moving my feet, can I? And we have wooden floors here. The sound carries...
Also: me dancing?
Not quite as bad as this guy. But probably close. :-D There's a reason I never, ever do this in public...