June 23rd, 2004


(no subject)

Somewhere, deep within the recesses of my memory-addled brain, some synapses are misfiring or something, which is the only reason I can figure out why, during the otherwise quiet process of straightening up around the house, I started singing the "Dance Magic Dance" song from Labyrinth.

Whichever synapses those are, I hate them.

Also, I like run-on sentences.