As much as I hate being by myself for more than, oh, five minutes at a time, it sure is a good thing that I do have a LITTLE bit of time to myself every day. It gives me a chance to do those things that might kill me from acute embarrassment if anybody else saw me. For example? Just now? I am getting ready to go see a few apartments. So I put on some T.a.t.U (yes, I know, how very two years ago) and shook my ass in my own personal little booty dance, just standing in the middle of my bedroom, for longer than I am comfortable really admitting.
On a related topic, I am also very pleased that my cat, the sole observer of my shakin' shenanigans, does not speak English.