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"Topless" BarSelf-pity in its early stage is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable. |
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Wednesday, October 28, 1998
One year ago: First Impressions
Work and dance, that's all I've done for the past two days. Dig through a pile of work, check on things with teammates, sit down with a guy from another team and go through our automated tool to add his stuff to our project.
Then after twelve hours of that, I go out dancing! I need the contrast. I'm in one place, concentrating on details, all day. Then in the evening I'm a physical being, dancing my feet off. I really missed this last week! Some folks go to the gym; I go dancing.
I'm pleased that I pointed Firedrake to a good source for DC-Area swing dance info. Connecting people with the information they need always pleases me.
A wave of sadness and melancholy swept over me tonight as I was walking home, though I certainly had a good time while I was at the dance. It was a special night at the Century Ballroom, since Hallie was reopening the cafe as a wine and tapas bar (or "topless" bar as she liked to joke). But maybe I'm tired, or the cool autumn breeze brought me down somehow. I indulged myself, throwing a little pity party, until I made myself laugh through exaggerating what was bothering me.
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