Uh Oh Encore

All of a sudden, I'm sick. Sore throat, snuffy nose, woozy brain, upset stomach: the works. This had better disappear by Saturday, because I'm dancing, damnit. It's a workshop with oceanfiretribal. The odd thing is, the last time I took a workshop from her, I was sick then, too. In fact, I very nearly puked all over her. Good thing she can move fast....

I realized I was sick as I took a walk downtown to run some errands, and wobbled plenty at the stop lights. I guess this explains why last night's dance class felt so very off. The choreography was eluding me, and I felt stunned and stupid. At least the footwork drills went well. I guess I can do that much on autopilot, now.

I'm registered for a free class on theatre direction tonight, but I think I should give it a miss. I think that going to bed early would be a wise decision. Maybe the rest will let me feel better sooner. Next week, I'll be attending a playwriting class, which is more interesting to me than direction, anyhow. And the week after that, I'll be modelling once again. Who knows what I'll be wearing and how much arse I'll be showing this time? Not me!

While out, I stopped by one of the many secondhand book shops in Kitchener. I picked up E. R. Eddison's The Worm Ouroboros, C. S. Lewis's The Screwtape Letters, and Richard Lortz's Bereavements. Now I just have to find time to read the gazillion and a half books on my to-be-read list.

I've been working on a new dance shop for my website. Every time someone buys something from one of my links, I get a small commission which funds my dance library. In turn, I share what I learn with my students and with you! You can check the shop out here. I'm still having problems with it in that I cannot seem to find a way to add the books and costuming to it, but I'm hoping Amazon will get back to me soon with some advice. In the meantime, what's up there is quite usable. And the colour scheme is very similar to the one I hope to have for my new and improved dance website, which shall be going up whenever I get the chance to finish it. Oh yes, and once the hard drive for my server has been replaced. In case you're wondering, this is the reason my site is down again. Oh joy, oh bliss, oh deceased hard drive. Gad....

I received an email today about teaching an introductory dance class over in Waterloo. I'll have to get back to them to see what they're looking for. It will be nice to make money at something I enjoy doing. It's been too long....

Five Things You Might Not Know About Me

1. I fidget constantly. If I'm not moving, it's because I'm either figure modelling or am very, very, very sick.

2. Underneath it all, I'm quite prudish.

3. I still sing JW songs from time to time.

4. I've had my IQ tested numerous times. The results show my IQ is 95-140, inclusive. It's good to know I have the bell curve covered.

5. Despite people smoking it in the same room as I was in, I wasn't able to identify the smell of marijuana until about 2002. Until then, I thought the stench of patchouli was marijuana.

My sickness. It grows. Now my dizziness and sore throat are compounded by scorching asthma.

Hard of Earring

I essentially just had my ear re-pierced. I couldn't wear my 14 ga. hoops while I worked at Tim Horton's, so the holes shrunk down to 16 or 18 ga. over the past three months.

My ears are unhappy ears, and I made a poo-face throughout the entire procedure. In case you don't know, a poo-face is the face one would make at the thought of biting a turd.

Unrelated, but urge to pass out rising. I go to bed now. Sleep will cure me. Right?