God. What a shitty day. An hour long 'lecture' by a professor. A professor I really respect. And am getting recos from. On my performance (or lack of) this semester. As if I didn't know. As if.
Battered from the remonstrances, I rush to dance class in jeans. Yes, you read right. Bharatnatyam in Pepe slim fits. I must be the first.
An accident. A couple of scrapes. The horrible burning sensation of antiseptic. An injection. :(
Mama mia.
I discovered an antidote to thinking. Experiencing so much that you don't have the time. To think that is.
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