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cyranoIt was really damn hot today. I once again looked over the list of 'stuff to do this weekend' and blew it all off.
Mel invited me to go up to Wicked City, which appears very Bound-ish, and I was tempted especially since DJ Slaveboy was auctioning off DJ lessons which made me salivate.
But I opted against it, especially since about the only goth clubbing gear I've got is the wool cassock and clubs are too miserably hot even on the best of nights.
I did finally put on some clothes and go to Straw Hat to watch Troupe Samia dance. Ladies, you were wonderful.
I talked to some folks about classes, and despite being male and all I might be able to find somebody to teach me.
And on the way home I heard 'Smooth' on the radio and wanted to cha cha. (This combined with swing dancing with Laura in the middle of the street on Sunday last has reminded me of how much I want to get back into ballroom dance again. I strongly suspect that what I will do is learn enough Middle Eastern style so I can combine the two into a bastardized unholy 'thing that Chuck does'.)
My tummy is decidedly unhappy. Perhaps the heat, perhaps the fact that dinner was crappy greasy food and soda. Perhaps unexamined or unexplained anxiety. Either way, the apartment has cooled to nearly tolerable levels.
And the housemate has started her trek so I don't need to wear clothes.
Tired and worn out despite having done jack shit all day.
But I have the first four Harry Potter books on loan and can now get caught up. Once I finish American Gods.
EDIT
Some of what I'm feeling may be related to the change in my medication levels. Nausea, mental 'fog', and stomach cramps are listed as among the 'initial/short term' side effects.
Mel invited me to go up to Wicked City, which appears very Bound-ish, and I was tempted especially since DJ Slaveboy was auctioning off DJ lessons which made me salivate.
But I opted against it, especially since about the only goth clubbing gear I've got is the wool cassock and clubs are too miserably hot even on the best of nights.
I did finally put on some clothes and go to Straw Hat to watch Troupe Samia dance. Ladies, you were wonderful.
I talked to some folks about classes, and despite being male and all I might be able to find somebody to teach me.
And on the way home I heard 'Smooth' on the radio and wanted to cha cha. (This combined with swing dancing with Laura in the middle of the street on Sunday last has reminded me of how much I want to get back into ballroom dance again. I strongly suspect that what I will do is learn enough Middle Eastern style so I can combine the two into a bastardized unholy 'thing that Chuck does'.)
My tummy is decidedly unhappy. Perhaps the heat, perhaps the fact that dinner was crappy greasy food and soda. Perhaps unexamined or unexplained anxiety. Either way, the apartment has cooled to nearly tolerable levels.
And the housemate has started her trek so I don't need to wear clothes.
Tired and worn out despite having done jack shit all day.
But I have the first four Harry Potter books on loan and can now get caught up. Once I finish American Gods.
EDIT
Some of what I'm feeling may be related to the change in my medication levels. Nausea, mental 'fog', and stomach cramps are listed as among the 'initial/short term' side effects.