Good morning, friendslist. It is Thursday. I am decked out in hot pink and all bouncy. 'Cept for some reason, I absolutely could not find my hot pink bra. I remember tossing it in the pile to be washed, then doing laundry last night... when I unloaded the dryer this morning, no bra. A search of my room proved inconclusive. How is it that I managed to lose something so glaringly bright? Argh. This interlude has been brought to you by the letters T, M, and I.

ETA: Comment by bellybalt via Gchat: "Is it any coincidence that you mentioned your sister last night, and today a personal item goes missing? HMMMMMM?"

April seems to be getting in touch with old friends month. Got a Myspace message from a high school friend, Joel, who as I knew him was a gifted jazz pianist. We're gonna hang out on Saturday and get some coffee. Good stuff. In sort of related but mostly tangential news, my coworker Jon is in a really good local band called Feinwood. They're debuting some new music soon, but they need a backup singer, and he wanted to know if I was interested in sitting in. I tentatively said yes, considering I have you know, copious free time and all. But really, it could be good for me. I've been looking to get into music so I can conquer my singing stage fright, and this could be a great opportunity to sing again without being the center of attention. We'll see if it happens.

I updated my profile this morning. It is now complete with my favorite episode of xkcd.

In other news, if you're in an icon rut, go check out petrichorus-- most magical and haunting icons I've seen in a long time. I snagged a bunch.

That said... it's Thursday. BOUNCEBOUNCEBOUNCE.