Do the Sunday dance.

Working day and night, whatever happens do the dance.

Whoever invented bank holidays rocks. The sun is shining, and anything that moves, knows where to be. I don't know why the sunshine makes us feel so much better. It's probably genetic and something to do with the need to procreate and pass on DNA. Whatever the reason, it feels pretty good being alive right now. I hope we never become a pure logic species, we'd miss out on so much agonizing about efficiency when fun is what matters.

Let's get this party started right, lets get drunk and freakified.