Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow

The busdrivers are still on strike. Tomorrow will be day 8 of them doing fuck all. There have already been two of those days in May plus a week when they only worked a couple of hours on a 'ride for free'-protest. 'Free' as in 'you don't have to buy a ticket or get a stamp', not as in 'for people who have paid for a whole year-pass will get their money back'. ( Want to know how I feel about that? )

On a happier note: when I'm not moving around enough during the days, I have to find other ways to get rid of excess energy. So at night I put on music and dance around my livingroom. I also sing along. Since I do this with (cordless;) headphones on, I'm unable to hear the praise from my neighbours, but I'm sure they are impressed.( Here are some songs from this week's performance )