There is nothing better than listening to Big Band era music and smoking a swisher sweet. I usually don't care for the former, because it's not fast enough to walk to, and the latter makes my room smell like a bar. Together they set a great mood, though.
The music also makes me feel a little melancholy. I see those older couples dancing to it (this is a telethon on PBS) and I just feel like shit. I'm at a state of forced shit relaxation, but feeling good nonetheless. ARG, emotions.
I wish I could tap dance. Damn.
