I'm supposed to be working but I went for a cigarette and took my radio with me. I came across a spanish station with some good music. Actually, I think we're supposed to be boycotting these stations because if what happened to 101 KLOL. Anyway, besides the point. So, I'm listening to the music and I actually found myself wanting to dance. Come to think of it, I used to be a good dancer. I wonder what happened. I can't even remember why I stopped listening to spanish music. I think I was introduced to Modest Mouse and the like. Anyway, I have my head phones playing that station as I write. I miss cumbias and rancheras. I can't believe I just said that. Then again, I grew up listening and dancing to such music. It's actually pretty fun when you think about it, especially if you dance the way I do. I have no pattern and I act like a fool. I may not know how to dance the way normal people do, but I do entertain myself and those around me. I remember getting into arguments with my partner because they knew how to dance the way you're SUPPOSED to, and I, well, I dance the way I want to. I march to the beat of my own drum. Actually, I have no drum, I just march until I get tired and then I rest where ever I want to. I think I took that analogy as far as I want to. No logical conclusions here mind you. Anyway, just thought I should share that because I'm bored right now and the library is semi-empty. Hey, I have an idea! Let's go dancing?