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Friday: A delicious evening of dancing, from a different perspective than usual. The music was excellent, the company scintillating, and when all was said and done and I drove home, bag tucked under my arm, I could still feel the music and movement in my veins. I got a lot of compliments, which fueled that euphoric feeling I'm sure.
Saturday: The gray skies contributed to a torpid morning, slinking through the house in search of water and mental stimulation. Curled up on the futon in the living room, I watched 12 Angry Men and felt life return to my brain and limbs. If you haven't seen it, 12 Angry Men is an excellent film about a jury deciding a boy's fate. It brought back memories of my own jury duty, and as tough as that was to make a decision, I can't imagine how hard it would be to come to a decision that results in killing someone.
I showed up late to help a friend move, but just in time for the biggest piece. Forcing a couch that by all means shouldn't have fit up three flights of stairs. With a prodigious use of force (from me) and mental geometry (NOT from me) the couch now sits where it belongs, never to be moved again. The stairwell bears mute testimony to our epic struggle. The night ended with a cozy get together of conversation, games, and Irken invaders. There was some social blending, and it worked nicely. I love it when that happens.
Sunday: Clean. Run. Lift. Sweat. Ginger Snaps. Ginger Snaps 2. DND. Paint. Resident Evil. Sleep.
Saturday: The gray skies contributed to a torpid morning, slinking through the house in search of water and mental stimulation. Curled up on the futon in the living room, I watched 12 Angry Men and felt life return to my brain and limbs. If you haven't seen it, 12 Angry Men is an excellent film about a jury deciding a boy's fate. It brought back memories of my own jury duty, and as tough as that was to make a decision, I can't imagine how hard it would be to come to a decision that results in killing someone.
I showed up late to help a friend move, but just in time for the biggest piece. Forcing a couch that by all means shouldn't have fit up three flights of stairs. With a prodigious use of force (from me) and mental geometry (NOT from me) the couch now sits where it belongs, never to be moved again. The stairwell bears mute testimony to our epic struggle. The night ended with a cozy get together of conversation, games, and Irken invaders. There was some social blending, and it worked nicely. I love it when that happens.
Sunday: Clean. Run. Lift. Sweat. Ginger Snaps. Ginger Snaps 2. DND. Paint. Resident Evil. Sleep.
