i frequently have headaches on Sunday night, and i don't know if they're from dehydration or lack of caffeine.    Sunday mornings tend to be given over to long runs or bike rides, and i'm usually out the door before making coffee, so really it's prolly both. i think, you know you've made some pretty decent life choices when this is a problem (apart from the apparent coffee addiction and inability to drink enough water).

LZ mentioned Bell Biv DaVoe today, which required some googling on my end. Fashion-wise, i'm terribly glad that i don't currently inhabit 1990, nor was i old enough during 1990 to be fashionable.

i've been meaning to post on Fred Astaire. Quite frankly, he wasn't much of a looker, actually a bit of a square, but seriously, the man could dance. GOSH. The old bromide regarding Ginger Rogers being a better dancer than Fred because everything he did, she did backwards and in heels? Tripe. The NY Times recently posted a book review for a book about, actually Fred and his first dance partner, his sister Adele. That review is notable in that there are numerous youtube clips embedded in it to some fantastic dancing. My favorite of these may be Fred and a room full of objects including a coat rack; he seems to be having the time of his life. It also couldn't hurt that i adore tap and this strikes me as being akin to the dancing around i do when alone (though mine is much, much lower quality).