So when I'm blue, or sometimes not when I'm blue but I am cooking and need a dance break, I dance around my kitchen in my socks. It is seriously the only thing that I find lifts my mood when I'm home alone, dwelling on stuff in my brain that I can not realistically deal with or solve. This happens to me more often than I'd like to admit. I think I need to create a "sock dancing playlist" on my iPhone. It would consist of this stuff:
Joy Division - She's Lost Control
The Ramones - Beat on the Brat
Aretha Franklin - Eleanor Rigby
The Cure - Close To Me
The Who - Out in the Street
New York Dolls - Looking For A Kiss
Sleigh Bells - Run The Heart
The Jackson Five - The Love You Save
Little Denise - Check Me Out
The Gorillaz - Dare
The Staple Singers - I'll Take You There
Wanda Jackson - Baby Loves Him
I could go on and on. But this would make for a righteous kitchen dance party.
Happy picture of the day: my new car emblem. I swear if levels of nerddom were rewarded with matching levels of super powers I'd be able to fly, and become invisible by now.