Hey, you remember how Elaine used to dance on Seinfeld?
For some reason, when I hear Michael Jackson’s Thriller, it makes me want to dance like that.
I’ve no idea why!
(I sure have had some short entries lately. Maybe to make up for those huge story ones.)
Mom thinks I don’t worry enough. She’s freaking out over MY party. My party will be fine, I don’t need to clean up EVERY bit of the house beforehand, nor do I need to plan EVERYTHING out. Just go with the flow, mom. Be cool. Shine on, you crazy diamond and all that.