Wool-gathering - 7 / A (very) Sweaty Club Rat

Aghhrrrghhhhhh. Cabin fever. It's cold, dark, and did I mention cold? And it's November (yuck) (boooo). All I want is to go dancing without a jacket, share cigarettes and conversations with strangers in a smoking area, and walk home laughing with my friends, box of chips, cheese, and gravy in hand, as the sun comes up.

Until then, here's a random assortment of oontz oontz tunes I've been dancing to in my head.