I’ve spent much of the evening listening to George Clinton and Parliament Funkadelic albums. As a result, I really want to go out and DANCE. Except it’s nearly 0200 hours on a sunday night/monday morning, Annette is asleep, and I no longer have friends who I know will be up at this time of day and want to go out to a club. Or rather, I still have those friends, but we’re all old now, and things change.
I shall instead gyrate about in my desk chair. While sitting at my desk. *sigh*
We want the funk. We need the funk.