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Ran through Static tonight after not having touched it for at least two weeks.

My contact scratched my eye, so I had to wear glasses today
My eye looked like Daddy's, bright blue with burning bloodshot peppermint stripes
They flew off at various points during rehearsal and I couldn't find them
At least I don't have to be a pirate again, although there's totally an eye patch in the hall

Felt kind of sick, managed to avoid overbike-vomiting this time
There was a sort of coming-back party for Dom at Sherbrook, sort of
It's still going on, but I have lost interest

I sort of want to dance
The show made me worry about how young I look when I dance
I mean like... glaringly naive, or something
You can really pick out the calm and not-franticness and grasp of more seasoned dancers
I have certainly danced many years, but I don't know

I also want to climb the Pole every time I take class
Then I'd really look immature
There are some great doorways in this house
But I don't need to look like the drunkest person here

Work today was more scanning and so much more shredding
I might be happier when this project is over
(fin)