How I know I am a dork

So, last night downloaded the "Don't Stop Believing" track from Glee (which, BTW, was the number three song download on iTunes).

This was a mistake.

You see, I am now listening to it for the third time this morning. My calves are a'bouncing under my desk, and Im working harder on not humming than on focusing on my job.

Sometimes it takes cheesy art to remind me of why I am an artist, why God calls me to music. I don't know how to say this, other than shameful admission: this song almost makes me cry. There is a passion and an adrenaline screaming through my arms that makes it hard to type. This sounds like the most fun, and it makes me wish for a group of my own. (Just restarted the song... again)

I know there will be little groups popping up everywhere because of this show (huzzah for that), and I secretly and desperately hope I am in one of them. So if anyone hears of one popping up in Houston that has potential, let me know. Hell, if I could think of a few other starters, I would form one myself!