daines'n around

I need to dance more. Not the need like a burning desire that makes me stay up late at night dancing around in underwear and socks in my basement to 80s new wave music. But need like having a good time with friends, making new friends, and acting as ridiculously as possible to shake off my many years of social introverted ways.

I made it to the dance that I hadn't intended on going to, and had a better time of things than I thought I would. This was the first church-sponsored dance that I had been to in almost two years; and by some of my questions you would have thought it was my first church dance ever.

It took a bit of cajoling to get me onto the dance floor. I had collapsed out of sheer exhaustion in my bed after work on Friday evening. The past week's activities, classes, work and lack of sleep have left me in a slight haze of insomnia. Nothing seemed very real as sometimes it felt as though I was watching myself perform some of the activities I did normally. It was as if autopilot was taking over and it took almost no mental activity to complete my tasks.

I finally got one of my stories for the newspaper done; I think that looming responsibility and desire just to finish it was a great weight off of my back. I know the editors were depending on me to provide them with a story worth printing so I took a day or two longer than I should have just to ensure that I had interviews worth quoting from and thought processes that made sense to the readers. It should be in Monday's issue of the Sundial.

The highlights of Friday night were the kitties. My ride to the dance invited me in to see their place and promptly plopped two 5-week old cats on my lap to hold me hostage. Those little fur balls were so warm and it felt nice to be providing security to someone, or something in this case. I did sympathize with the most rambunctious of the group who was named q-tip. How well behaved can one be when your name is q-tip?

It is a slow day thus far in the photo lab, and I'm almost tempted to lay on the filthy couch and nap a little bit. Until I get too tired to hunch over a keyboard I'll catch up on some email.