Up Too Late

Another cold evening spent beneath a heap of cats, scaring myself into immobility reading ontdcreepy . Little feral ghost girls? HOW ABOUT NO, as they say? Now unscaring myself with Billy Joel videos. (It occurs to me that this would probably work in reverse for a lot of people.) "She's Right On Time" isn't one of my favorite songs, but I never realized he was supposed to be trashing the place. And oh, those white/pastel '80s suits with their narrow pant legs and butt-showing jackets. I cannot overstate how happy I am that they went out of fashion long before I bought a male wardrobe.

Also, a couple of people have sent me this terrifying link: every song from Disc One of The Essential Billy Joel played simultaneously.

Oh, and can y'all please report this fake Facebook me? Remember, I do NOT have a Facebook page under my name!

Here, have some kitten tongue.