Crowded, with a chance of rain.

[alasanon]

Let's celebrate! Let us jump up and down and all around! Let us be like small weasels and execute rats in the sewers and mice in the forests! Things are excellent, things are elegant, things are beautiful. I must spend my energy and time and money on things which make me and my friends and everyone else very happy. First I want chocolate, then some new clothes. I wrote the cheque, it will ring some bells and charm the pants off of the bishop!

Oh, me, oh, my. I think I've run out of talking-words for the moment. This is rarely a good thing, especially when I've still got so much to say...

But how eloquent can you be when you're writing after waking from a sound sleep?
and why, why, why, was I male in that dream?