Laugh

First things first. 

In response to the Fish's comment:

It IS a great TobyMac song!

And second things second. 

I am sitting in solitude, free from story pressures (finished 10 AM this morning. All I have to show for three days of sitting in front of the computer is 100 word shavings in the delete button and a couple ficlets) and free from...well, everything!

So I feel great.

And I have a new favourite haiku, written by the talented ~Danteholic:

If I had money, 

lots of it, I would buy me

some of your loving.

Oh, and Fish...I found a deviant today who I suspected for a moment was you..she wrote a few tankas. :P

Music is the nectar of the gods (as a quote I think I heard says). Especially classical music, though. Chopin, Bach... 

Victor from the Corpse Bride. 

D'you know, not everyone gets my sense of humour. 

Which makes sense.

I was thinking about the sense of humour and what it is exactly...and I have concluded that a sense of humour is not just what you laugh at or the jokes you crack. 

It's an outlook on life; a worldview, if you will. 

It's why you laugh. 

It's how you laugh.

And maybe that's why I like dry senses of humour. They make sense. 

None of this sarcasm for me, thanks. Not that I have anything against it or those who employ it. Not at all. 

All I need is here, right here at my fingertips. 

Music. Letters. My always-being-lost-and-found ring (that reflects me, now that I think about it. Always getting lost. Always being found). 

Did I omit anything?

I don't think so. 

Jesus made my fingertips. He's not under them (Silly!).

And my family and my friends won't fit underneath them. 

^.*