you know you're some place strange in life when you'd rather be standing at a busy intersection wearing a blood drop costume in 96-degree heat holding a cardboard sign that says, 'Will dance for blood', listening to Wham! and Paula Abdul on a boombox from 1994 and doing the running man and other assorted dances.
yes, it's all true. i'd rather be doing that than sitting in the office. being spied on. and passive-aggressively attacked.