Les souris dansent (or: When the cat is away...)

This week, I wanted to try something with a more uplifting feeling. I started with some bubbly, cute ideas (which I still may keep for later), but as it happened, partway through my idea-generating process, I put on headphones and iTunes to block out outside distractions, and a couple of my favourite songs songs came on. As I tried to resist the urge to bop in my chair rather than write a story, I realized that some of my favourite things are music and dancing. But sometimes I find it hard to dance "genuinely" with people around, unless I'm in a club full of others e who are, similarly, dancing their hearts out -- which doesn't come together as often as I'd like.

When it does though, I'm in heaven, and if that isn't uplifting, well, I dunno.

On rare occasions, you dine out. I blast 90bpm in the living room. No mirrors, no eyes. Euphoria. When no one's watching, I am Sasha Fierce.