I'd Sing For Joy, But That Would Encourage Them

My paper is complete, it has been properly filled with citations, and the reference page is correct. I could sing. But the people next door sound like the stereotypical Mexican dancers that go yip and ariba (spelling?). Or maybe like children playing at being Indians by yelling while they clap their hands over their mouths. I don't know how they come up with all the noises they make, really. They are some very creative people. Quite uninhibited. I ought to write a piece on them.

In any case, I put a few boxes away, and stored my aquarium. I can't afford fish and a cat, so the aquarium has to go for now. Good thing I never got it set up. I've now got a new theme song for reading theory. Beethoven's Pathetique. In case you were wondering, Koi, that's where the Yumi-dying-after-Shishio-shish kebobs-her theme comes from. Just figured you'd like to know. I knew I recognized it when we were watching the DVD, but I happened to stumble across it in my collection here.

Well, it's not even ten, and have a few articles to read for tomorrow, so I'll post this for you. Take care, my people. End.