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I worked on my novel from 7-8:30 or so this morning. Then I went for a massage, talked about doing work for trade at the costume shop, had a delicious lunch, got some groceries, and vegged out for a little while. I'm going to go practice ATS shortly, and then I'm going to a belly dance bazaar/movie night. I'm already really tired. Will I manage through the rest of the night? We shall see.

And what are you doing this evening?

Just Another Drunken Post Courtesy of STRONGNOB!

So I get to the studio with snowy_kathryn to practice ATS only to discover we are locked out. It's a good thing no one else showed, or there'd be even more disappointment.

We came back here to have the best kind of dance practice: STRONGNOB-FUELED ATS!!!

Yes, alcohol is in abundance. And the other nice thing about practicing at home is that if you get too hot, there's no reason not to be nekkid.

We are using the Tribal Bible as inspiration, and are listening to heavy industrial tunes. Kathryn is sitting on the floor translating dance notes into movement, and I am watching in astonishment, while ostensibly learning.

Kathryn: "Remember to keep your joints in alignment. What the fuck does that mean?"

Me: "Uhh... Don't dislocate?"

I predict the moment where my spelling disintegrates is fast approaching. My Strongnob is disappearing. And there weren't even any hot Mormons this time!

Damn. It's all gone.

Germans are swearing at me, I think. Goddamned insdustlrial. It's mean to me. But I dance like a mothervuvkcker anywayl.

And in ATS if a troupeemember farts, noone knows who did it!@

Carpet fish.

I think I'll try to parse what I'm hearing into English, even though it's not even a little bit English. Whoa. No spelling mistakes, that time....

"Neon tensed arms in Amsterdam. Nonexistence. Asses spoon. Erase the one existence. "

h god. Kathryn just smashes her head into my stereo. What a weirdo!

Back to translations. Ghawazee shit's got her down.

"Heinz. Is locked a toilet. Christ. Burstin the candy zeist. I'm fine. Wheel wheel wheel! I'm fine! I'm fine. For guy. Spanish mist is a cow foot. Spanish nest. Is there flist. Seven agony is fuzzy for field. The roots in a cheery mist. House. Shine is there shine fist. House!"

Enough of that. German music hurts my brain.

I think I haven't danced in a few minutes....

How come chinchillas can't do ATS? I think it would be damnabed cute.

redlyra will be coming to visit tomorrow. So is miami_pony. Yay! I have friends! This is good news. Friends are rare, except when they're plentiful.

Yay for logic!

Here. Have a cute! I love you!

Time to go. Bye.

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I bought the best pants in the world today. They are ASS-TASTIC. I'll be wearing them for my performance on Sunday.

I also scored an awesome new set of Saroyan Pro II finger cymbals, a drum rhythm cd, and a silver belly chain. And all guilt-free, because I sold leftover cds, jewellery, and costuming from my past days as a belly dance vendor. Woohoo for guilt-free ASS-TASTIC pants (they look much nicer than in the picture)! Woohoo for fancy heavy-gauge zils!