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12:57 a.m. - 2003-05-11 for the second week in a row i have post-dancing backache, but it's not nearly as agonizing as it was last week, so perhaps my body is getting used to this punishing torment. a whole summer of dance-crazed friday nights could do me good. actually probably a lot of good. the more i dance then the more i will become utterly convinced that there are no good girls left in this town and i will thus be able to focus absolutely 100% on what it feels like to dance and not at all on what people might think watching me/ whether i look stupid /etc. this would be positive. but in any case, everybody should see tiny sticks next time they play. dance dance! meantime, i am once again returned to the city of the runner. there is not much to say about it except that i am tired and that my clothes should be dry shortly, so i can go to bed with that off my conscience. � � |