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God, it's always a bit of a struggle to get my carcass to belly dancing because it's scheduled so late now that the lazy almost wins sometimes. Of course it's always worth it afterwards - and usually helps with whatever lower body cramping/pain/digestive distress I'm experiencing. Even if it wakes up new hurty spots, like my solar plexus, which was subjected to pan, pitch AND yaw tonight, sometimes at the same time! Ouch, my boobs were never meant to work that hard.

Still it was a good class. We're doing a drum solo for the next MEAC show, which I'm finding quite yummy. Joanne also went into the different drum rhythms that we'd probably run into a lot, some of which (especially the chifetelli) I was already familiar with due to various middle eastern music immersion I've been doing since the summer.

speaking of which, I know there are at least four belly dancers on my friends list. If you all haven't checked out Radio Bastet yet, you should. It's a lady in oregon that actually seems to have more vintage belly dancing records that Sasha from Gypsy Heart (and THAT's hard to do!) who does a radio show with them once a month. A lot of the records are from the 60s, and boy with some of the tracks you can tell, but most of it's pretty quality stuff.

I should probably go to sleep. yeah...

RAWR KILL

C's and my wedding order came from museum replicas, after sending it back once to size everything down. Her coat now fits, but re: my hat was a handwritten scribble informing us it was on backorder. After seething about why this didn't make it onto the shipping notice or a lack of a phone call informing us, I called up their sales department... Hat is on backorder until the END of November. Which does me about as much good as... well, I think I'm too pissed to think of anything appropriately useless.

I'm going to go work some more and attempt to not hyperventilate about this... Just keep thinking, I get Panera tonight... focus on soup in a breadbowl... breathe... ah that's better. Still want to kill things with a spork, but at least I'm calm about it.

Mostly.

Warcrackers, lock up your 60s...

IRS looking to tax virtual property

I really have no words.

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I don't think PETA would be pleased by my proposal to stop the senseless slaughter of cattle - basically to point out that the quickest cure for a BAD day for me is steak and that it's in the best interest of the cows that die to improve my day that nothing messes with me in the first place. :)

Yes, I had steak tonight, over at the ABC. So tender and yummy. Beefgasms always lift my spirits.

Ever reach that level of tired where sleep doesn't seem like enough and taking up hibernation as a three month intensive hobby starts to sound really good? yeah that's me right now. G'night.