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There's a lot going on to write about, but I haven't felt the ability to document anything short of cliche-dom this week. So instead...

Today I...

Listened to Search the City.
Probably wished you a Happy Tuesday.
Took ballet and notated the first combre that I cannot do under these conditions.
Actually sweated in an Adelphi technique dance class.
Took modern with a living prophecy, Leda Meredith.
Bombed the phrase and let it go.
Chatted with the dancers.
Found out we're 5 months away from another little GFY.
Took care of business unsuccessfully.
Music mapped!
Finally was taught the difference between a bridge and a pre-chorus (thank you, nnn)
Called in Nicky for backup. Genius. I hear it now.
Gymed with Radio.
Danced on the treadmill.
Realized I wasn't broken as a dancer.
Had a soda.
Cooked dinner.
Nate was held capitve in a frozen elevator, suspended 15 feet off solid ground!! Buy his ep.
At soup with a fork.
Was a super IMer! nnn,mk,cr,te
The soda kicked in.
Mini-outing with Radio and Helena.
Visited Starbucks and 99 centsed CVS.
Laughed with Nicky C at work...he's funny, we're telling you!
"All creativity begins with humping."
Sung the Gwen Stefani.
Ricky Brothers.
Did the dishes in the shower.
Got back on the computer for Tuck Everlasting.



...Ricky.
"King of Wishful Thinking" by: Go West, or re-by: New Found Glory