I keep wanting to come and post here but then when I stop to think about it I don't really have anything to say.  My life seems, just now, to be very mundane.  Stuff happens, but none of it remarkably different from any other stuff.  We've had a couple of impromptu dance parties on the basketball court outside my apartment, which I helped to ( Read more... )

I surely do love my dancing.  I mean, really.  I love it.  I have the deep, warm feeling of contentment with it.  Even on nights when I don't dance very much.  Even when I'm morose when I arrive.  Even when the fella isn't there to dance with me.  In and of itself, Lindy is worthwhile and beloved of my soul.  On that note I just spent far too much ( Read more... )

Blast you Cecily!  Do you want to know how I spent my day after conference?  Reading your bloody book!  Not a single thing useful done.  Not even a brusque walk for a little exercise.  I'm a touch past the half way mark of Royal Assassin.  You'll be pleased to know that I've interested one of my fellow workers in them.  He's the delightfully gay ( Read more... )