This is You: "I Love to Dance."
It's been a crazy freak out dance party at my condo all weekend. I've had music playing all weekend, and an uncontrollable urge to shake my booty. I don't think I'm backlit, so no impromptu iPod commercials for the neighbors.

I do wonder if the pizza guy could tell what I was doing while I was on the phone. It's hard to talk on the phone when you're jumping around like a crazy person--but I don't think it changed my voice. It was not my fault, it was the Ramones. I was "all revved up and ready to go."

Thanks to the people who tried out the comments. The problem with the read comments link was a typo--totally my fault. However, until someone leaves a comment, I do believe that link will go to an error screen even when formatted properly.

Feeling sorry for myself on Friday night, listening to Peter Salett's "Heart of Mine" (lyrics are now all linked--suggestive or not--as a concession to my father), but my Lisa called me up and got me out of my funk. (Note to Lisa: It's a CLYDESDALE)

Should I send Lisa my resume to see if she can get me in the running for a job at her company in Buffalo? Weird to imagine moving to Buffalo. Although, as the job is with an up-and-coming design company, I can easily see that being one of those jobs I would love enough to not go back to school, and I don't want that right now. I really want my MBA.

Much thanks to all the people who gave me the "hey, why aren't you posting, my life is incomplete without you" comments in the last few days. I love you too, babies. And I will make an effort, I've just been out of it this week.

Saw Nanny McPhee on Wednesday with Jen. Very very cute movie. Very sweet. Emma Thompson WROTE it. Colin Firth walks that line between looking adorable and looking old, but still very good. PLUS, we got free popcorn & soda. Hooray for being a MovieWatcher.

It's Katrina and the Waves, I gotta go.

Ahh. That was fun. This is what goes on in my head when I hear that song:

Barry: OK, buddy, uh, I was just tryin' to cheer us up so go ahead. Put on some old sad bastard music, see if I care.

Rob: I don't wanna hear old sad bastard music, Barry, I just want something I can ignore.

Barry: Here's the thing. I made that tape special for today. My special Monday morning tape for *you*... special.

Rob: Well, it's fuckin' Monday afternoon! You should get out of bed earlier!