It’s when the weather doesn’t wear underpants.

I’d like to start today’s post by wishing a very Happy Birthday to Rosco the Furious Mick. Be sure to buy him* some more Legos.

I’d also like to begin by telling summer to go eat a bag of dicks. Autumn has finally arrived (as of 10:29pm EDT last night).

On that note, LET’S DANCE!!!

Has anyone ever considered how strange it is that in a town where it is ILLEGAL to dance, somehow upon hearing that they’re having a high school dance, everyone suddenly learned to dance really well? Or rather, really well for white people in the 1980s. I mean, I’ve done a bit of synchronized dancing. You don’t learn that shit over night. Which makes me reevaluate that whole movie and subsequently my whole life. Obviously the preacher’s daughter spends her spare time doin’ it with crazy rednecks, but I guess the rest of the town’s teenagers spend their wild nights learning to line dance rather than smoking those dangerous marijuana cigarettes I hear so much about. My whole life is crumbling down around me now. Thanks Obama.

So, yesterday was another mixed bag. I spent the whole day dizzier than normal. I nearly fell down at workout and it never got better after that.

I suffered through, however, and got everything but three pieces of furniture moved to the new studio. Sometimes you just have to risk faceplanting into a brick walkway in order to get business taken care of. TCB, yo.

Hopefully, today will be less dizzy. Because that shit is getting old. I’m totally over it. If I wanted to be dizzy all the time, I’d just start drinking again.

Oh, look at the time. I’ve gotta run. Enjoy this beautiful first day of autumn.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC

*Jackie the Mick