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Sooo I decided to ignore my screaming respiratory system and go to the dance anyway. Although that was probably idiotic of me, being there made me really happy. Everyone looked gorgeous, I danced with lots of glorious people, and I didn't keel over from lack of oxygen (always a plus). I did get a brief emo twinge of "Man, it would be nice to be here with a boyfriend", but oh well. I was there with fabulous friends, and overall the night was wondrous.
I really, really want to be able to dance well. According to the lovely people who have been patiently trying to teach me, I manage okay considering I don't know what I'm doing...but I want to know what I'm doing.
I have to lay low tonight so I'm at least somewhat healthy for the one-acts. I'm going to the Commedia show with Dinah and Anna and then we're probably snuggling up in the lounge with movies. Who wants to join?
Cough syrup = drowsiness & scattered thoughts. I'm going to stop trying to make sense now.