Happy, Creative, and Dead

Do you ever sit there and feel dull and tired and uncreative? And then, in your stupor, do you ever just eat some baby carrots?

And turn on Phoenix (the band, not the state).

And then with carrots in mouth and song in air, you dance. Uncontrolled and with little thought of rhythm, you just flail and jive and smile and laugh, chomping ever so happily upon miniature carrots.

You feel, all at once, the creativity, the passion for life, the love coursing through your veins. You jump and shake and sh...