Sunday, Bloody Sunday

Ugh. I've been working for a few hours now and my brain is starting to go fuzzy. But I'm so close to finishing my project, I can feel it. It feels good. I don't know how to explain the feeling, but let me "stream of consciousness" it straight at ya:

First, when there's nothing but a slow glowing dream that your fear seems to hide deep inside your mind. All alone I have cried silent tears full of pride, in a world made of steel...made of stone.

Well I hear the music, close my eyes, feel the rhythm wrap around - take a hold of my heart.

What a feeling. Being's believing. I can't have it all, now I'm dancing for my life. Take your passion and make it happen. Pictures come alive. You can dance right through your life.

Whoa...didn't mean to get all intense on your asses. Stream of consciousness is a dangerous weapon.

I can't believe that I totally just wrote that myself without plagiarizing the lyrics from an Academy Award winning song written for a movie released the year I was born. I'm good...