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I am not as staggeringly sore as I should be, considering I spent time lifting heavy objects in Westchester, commuting both ways on the metro North and going to fencing. Of course, there's still time, and English Country Dancing tonight. I think I'm starting to feel invincible in ways that probably should rationally alarm me. Ah well, I'm sure Wednesday's class will remind me that ah, no.

uhoh

Ever wake up with a creative idea so bad it's good?

celiac whining

I miss hot cross buns.

ECD

Okay, the English Country Dancing is definitely much more my thing than contra. I will definitely go again, albeit not constantly. I think what I really need to do is start going to Scottish on Thursdays (since soon there will be fencing on Fridays). This is all a little mad. I suppose I'm becoming addicted to exercise, eventhough I feel like part of me is going "stop! for the love of all things you need a break!" while half of me is like, "every day, bitch, are you serious about this or not?" Yikes.

I have also determined that I like pop music. That is, big classical symphonies don't do much for me, but give me a dance tune or a waltz on some fiddles and I'm perfectly happy.

I'm still shocked I'm not more sore than I am, but how in the hell am I going to fence tomorrow?