a million moths.

to my mojo. because it was lost, but it is back and i feel 10 feet tall. to celebrate, a few mojolicous lyrics:

if there was a better way to go then it would find me

i can’t help it, the road just rolls out behind me

be kind to me, or treat me mean

i’ll make the most of it, i’m an extraordinary machine

- fiona apple

disclaimer: someone just kindly pointed out that wikipedia, interestingly enough, defines mojo as sexual potency. i think we can all be assured this is not that kind of a mojo come-back.