Simplicity on Flickr by Balakov

My misery tank ran dry today. (Do I hear a resounding cheer from the stands?)

That's because I have a huge headache from all the hair tossing, trying to come up with semi-original dance moves. And I'm doing it in a tiny study room with the reflection from my cabinets, reaching up to my chest. Beats someone I know who choreographs in his little ship cabin. PUKE. The last time I was on a junk boat, I threw up 4 times. Last time was throwing up the Mentos I'd eaten 5 seconds prior, to clear my breath.

I like being busy. Busy busy is good. It's almost like the simple life of a kid again. Whee. Almost.