Chocolate Dance

I've been having such a great day. I decided to top it off by eating my last Lindt Chocolate Truffle. (This means I now can start nagging my mother to take me to the Lindt Chocolate store again :))
Eating chocolate makes me SO HAPPY. Usually I eat chocolate when I'm depressed and need something to keep out the boggy sad reaches of my mind, but today I ate chocolate when I was already on an emotional high.

I'm really really really hyper right now.

I was listening to "The Way You Make Me Feel" by Michael Jackson <3>
I could hear weird cracking noises being emitted from my protesting back and the ground shaking from my elephantesque feet. I got a stitch in my side and my hair was flying around like a deranged mop come to life. My arms were spazzing wildly and my neck was not handling the strain well. But despite my lack of grace, flexibility, or general ability to do anything that remotely resembled what dancing is supposed to be, I had SO MUCH FUN.
There's something joyous and free about dancing to a song that you know and love. There's no need to be good at doing it. I'm probably the quintessential NON-dancer. But I still dance. In the privacy of my own home. Where there's no one but my sister who doesn't count because she's my sister.
I would never scar the world by trying to dance in public. I'm really self-conscious of my lack of coordination. I'm such a klutz. I fail at all things requiring hand-eye coordination or foot-eye coordination or movement of the body in general. So this is such a departure from my normal, sedentary lifestyle of sitting there writing, reading, knitting, crocheting, or singing, it's like finding a dragon in your bathtub. Not really. I don't know where that came from. It's the chocolate acting up again.
But sometimes
With the extra stimulus of a Lindt Chocolate Truffle
I channel the force of Michael Jackson
(the spirit of Michael Jackson, not the skill)
And rock out
:)