I woke up at 11am today, feeling horribly like mush, but I dragged myself out of bed to take company class at 2pm. I bathed, ate lunch and headed over to work. I was groggy all the way to Ortigas and I started to feel woozy while doing my plies. It was an effort to complete the combinations properly and I wasn't jumping. And jumping, to me, is
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