The pole dancing classes have started again. Hello perma-bruises. The good news: I'm not nearly as sore as I thought I would have been. I was all prepared to not be able to move on Saturday but I woke up feeling good. By about 7PM on Saturday I was singing a slightly different tune. I'm having some trouble grabbing my hands behind my back. But still. That's minor. Guess I didn't loose as much muscle tone as I thought I was going to.
On another note. Today is my first day of school. Here I sit, writing this instead of running for a train to get to work. But I'm still going to leave earlier that I need to today. I'm going to go see Mom before I go to my classes. (I love having her work on campus) Then I have a class at 10 and one at 11. Then I'm going to stand in a line and get a new onecard that says student on it. Then I'm going to face the lineups to buy textbooks. (Groan) I tried to be smart and buy them Friday after I was done my last shift but I was being a good girl and didn't have my credit card on me. While is helps prevent spontaneous shopping, it prevents spontaneous, time-saving book buying trips. So line up here I come. And then I'll stand.
I'm going to keep this short. Not for the readers but because I have a cat that looks like she is going to cry if I don't give her a serious hug.
Sorry about the punctuation.
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