Lana feels

So now we know what I do when left to my own devices in an empty house. I take half a bath, wander around in a towel for an hour, finish my shower, try to figure out the way-too-complicated stereo system, have a moment where I fear I've destroyed everything, and finally settle on the much simpler CD player in the kitchen and decide to make pasta. So I listen to the Chicago soundtrack and dance with the pasta and do my laundry in as jazzy a fashion as one can really do laundry. Dear gods. I think I'm becoming my mother... I'm too young for this!