All the Clouds Have Silver Linings

Listening to Cut Copy this morning made me decide that if I ever become verrrrry wealthy, whether through writing or prostitution (kidding about the writing, Ma!), I am going to install a dance room in my home. This room will consist of the danciest of things: a lit up block floor, strobe lights/lasers, disco ball(s), and duh - smoke machine. SHEBANG! And I'll throw parties where my guests will come in sparkly dresses/tuxedos, and we'll dance, dance, dance all night long - it'll be the best. And we won't have to worry about the neighbors because I'll live on an estate, or we'll make the dance room sound-proof if I don't.

I had a nightmare about the end of the world last night; I only took one Tylenol PM. Maybe it's because I heard something in the news about an asteroid the size of a pick-up truck flying through our atmosphere. What damage would that do, I wonder. Also, what's the difference between an asteroid and a meteoroid? Size (asteroids are bigger) apparently, and if a meteor hits the earth's surface, it then becomes a meteorite. Neat.

I don't like blogging anymore.

"Yellow Submarine" woke me up this morning, and I knew it was going to be a good day.