Full time consideration of another endeavor, might be in order.

He came home to Dayton, and was questioned by his friends.

Then he smiled and just said nothing and he never sang again,

excepting very late at night when the shop was dark and closed.

He sang softly to himself as he sorted through the clothes.

Music was his life, it was not his livelihood,

and it made him feel so happy and it made him feel so good.

And he sang from his heart and he sang from his soul.

He did not know how well he sang; It just made him whole.

don't just stand there bust a move!

I'm not alone in saying I had a great time at cosinezero's b-day party last night. I don't know how we pulled it off, but a mess of us managed to dance in the basement downstairs. I chatted it up with new people, enjoyed a nice buzz, despite my foolish downing of two shots of tequilla in about ten seconds. Jenkies!

There's a sad part about the whole thing, though. I think I left my motivation at the party, as I have done SWEET FA all day. Well, I did organize a closet while watching the last GunslingerGirl disc. Does that count? I think not! I will find the time to pick up a few gifts, and then indulge in the modified version of my family Christmas dinner. Instead of seafood, I will have... wait for it... wait for it... SUSHI!

So despite a lack of anything of great import, my day is going swimmingly. It will end swimmingly. And tomorrow will be filled with the big holiday cheer!