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Could be worse, could be raining
Jun. 23rd, 2004 08:43 amAny day that starts out with a huge cockroach sitting bold as brass under your bathroom sink and staring up at you as if to say, "S'up?" is probably one best spent in one's bed. Would that I had that option. Fortunately said cockroach was either wounded or half dead as it stayed put long enough for me to grab a heavy shoe and put it out of its misery. I suspect Pye had turned it into a toy at some point last evening and it was a bit worse for wear. Otherwise I'm betting by the time I got the shoe it would've scurried away and hidden itself in my bathroom and I would've had to get dressed and make-upped in my bedroom.
Delayed willies are now setting in. Gah.
I took a look at the studio I'd had such high hopes for last night. The list of negatives far outweighed the positives, however, and I've still got enough time to be particular so I intend to be. The concept, though, of having passersby in the park able to gaze right down into my entire living space if I left the blinds open, didn't seem terribly appealing. The property manager reminded me of a used car salesman and was pressuring me the entire time to put a deposit check down on it. And the entire warren-like entryway just struck me as a rape waiting to happen. Shit, I wouldn't want to walk to the place in broad daylight, let alone at night on my own.
I thanked her, took an application, and decided that it was still early, I'd only looked at a few places, and it was not yet time to panic.
Fortunately I then went to class and Alyne put us through our paces with a completely re-worked version of a choreography we'd already learned. Actually it's kind of a mish-mash of two such choreographies with a lot of new stuff thrown in. I was too busy trying to make my body do what hers was doing to fret about anything, and much too tired last night to do more than crawl into bed. After two nights of insomnia it felt blessedly wonderful to sleep until 6:29 this morning.
A good night's sleep is helping me deal with the fact that Dyfuca seems to have returned to my system somehow today. May all those evil fuckers who create this shit die tasting their own blood. :(
Delayed willies are now setting in. Gah.
I took a look at the studio I'd had such high hopes for last night. The list of negatives far outweighed the positives, however, and I've still got enough time to be particular so I intend to be. The concept, though, of having passersby in the park able to gaze right down into my entire living space if I left the blinds open, didn't seem terribly appealing. The property manager reminded me of a used car salesman and was pressuring me the entire time to put a deposit check down on it. And the entire warren-like entryway just struck me as a rape waiting to happen. Shit, I wouldn't want to walk to the place in broad daylight, let alone at night on my own.
I thanked her, took an application, and decided that it was still early, I'd only looked at a few places, and it was not yet time to panic.
Fortunately I then went to class and Alyne put us through our paces with a completely re-worked version of a choreography we'd already learned. Actually it's kind of a mish-mash of two such choreographies with a lot of new stuff thrown in. I was too busy trying to make my body do what hers was doing to fret about anything, and much too tired last night to do more than crawl into bed. After two nights of insomnia it felt blessedly wonderful to sleep until 6:29 this morning.
A good night's sleep is helping me deal with the fact that Dyfuca seems to have returned to my system somehow today. May all those evil fuckers who create this shit die tasting their own blood. :(
