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last night was a good one. my arms, legs, and back are sore from dancing. i slipped and hurt my arm at one point, and it hurt like a bitch...i was afraid for a few minutes that it was broken, and i was going to be disfigured forever because i don't have health insurance and i wouldn't be able to afford a cast (which is ridiculous for several reasons). but no worries because it's just bruised. last night was also cathardic in a lot of ways. i got some things off my chest that i've been holding inside for way too long. i appreciate so much that some very good friends were there to listen to me. my life has been so satisfying lately, and it's such a good feeling. it has a lot to do with the amazing people i've been spending my time with.
on another positive note, i just finished reading Crónica de una muerte anunciada by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. i really love his writing. i also have great memories tied to his work. i read One Hundred Years of Solitude while i was in spain, a little bit each day during siesta. his writing style just evokes so many of the emotions and experiences i went through while i was away. as i was reading today, i could picture so clearly my little room in seville, and i could feel the intense, dry heat that crept into the apartment in the middle of the day.
that's enough nostalgia for now, i need to get some sleep.
on another positive note, i just finished reading Crónica de una muerte anunciada by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. i really love his writing. i also have great memories tied to his work. i read One Hundred Years of Solitude while i was in spain, a little bit each day during siesta. his writing style just evokes so many of the emotions and experiences i went through while i was away. as i was reading today, i could picture so clearly my little room in seville, and i could feel the intense, dry heat that crept into the apartment in the middle of the day.
that's enough nostalgia for now, i need to get some sleep.