What I Do When No One's Home

Go to Zune. Open up my playlist of 597 songs, including such artists as Dave Matthews, Jerry Garcia, Black Crowes, Joss Stone, Johnny Cash, and so so so SO much more (I appreciate my music). And, of course, Flogging Molly. If you are unaware who they are, please do yourself a favor and listen to them. It's like Irish Punk music almost. Amazing. Then I proceed to dance everywhere I go. I just got finished jigging. I'll go set some food in the oven, forget to take it out and eat some slightly overcooked pizza, then continue dancing or whatever strikes my fancy. After a while, I'll get confused why my ankle is starting to hurt (probably because I'm dancing and jigging with the swagger of a cripple) and go sit down on the computer for a while. I'll probably wind up getting on Facebook and Twitter, and now my blog. That is what my Friday night consists of when I have nothing to do. Because I am such a freaking cool cat like that.