I'm going to expand on my cryptic weekend adventures soon. But in the meantime, here's my favorite Britney Spears song. Because it's Christmas.
If her new album sounded like this, I would own it. Multiple copies, even. Maybe.
To fully appreciate this, imagine a 19-year-old, 6-foot-something undergrad. He is standing on a couch. And doing a choreographed dance routine. To Britney Spears. Now imagine a broken couch.
My life is fascinating. Always.
There's no video, just audio. Consider it a Christmas blessing.
Okay, I'm off to eat sugar. Sugar that looks like this [see image at left].
Everyone needs a signature treat. I have two. And this is one of them. I have made many a friend with these.
Seriously, my social life is accelerating at a rather ridiculous pace. If it slows down a little, I'll tell you all about it.
P.S. I miss sleep.