No one can ever find complete fulfilment in life, unless one finds fulfilment in fulfilling.

Lesson on friday wasn't too bad.


3 hour interval before work turned out quite traumatic (I forgot my jazz shoes, and I couldn't possibly go dancing around in my workplace in heels that could get me unemployed if I trodded on some kid's toes. So I had to travel home, get my shoes, before starting on another 1 hour journey to work)


Work was VERY traumatic. Shan't dive into it because I'd rather forget it than immortalise in on my blog. Well, maybe not immortal to you, but immortal to me.


Loco night was rather pleasant, only I really, really wish I could follow better. And be less paranoid.


One thing about dancing with strangers: no matter how badly you dance, it's more likely you won't see them again.

Within a community circle though... hum. Even if it is safer.


Going for salsa intermediate.



My paranoia has been increasing exponentially. Must be my biological clock ticking.


... in addition, of course, to my late night rendevous' with a certain Tablet Fujitsu.