it's that crazy disco dancing. it's led me astray.

i am about as boring as boring gets at the moment. i'm full of goob, and trying not to panic about getting well in time to travel...
i'm flying out on the 26th (straight through to the uk... aw yeah, that'll be excellent fun), so i've about 26 days to get the tubes in my head clear so i won't explode in the plane. speaking of eustachian tubes. guess i shouldn't have jinxed myself.

things weren't helped by my dancing like a nut on two seperate occasions over the past week - a wednesday night at a pub, dancing like an idiot for too long, followed by talking and dancing with germ-ridden blues dancers til 6:30 in the morning; and a friday night at a bar (dancing like a complete fool, and without inhibition for about an hour).

it seems i have not only lost the few inhibitions i once had about dancing in public, but also any good sense about caring for ill bodies. it's that crazy disco dancing. it's led me astray.
i just don't seem to care at all any more about what people think about me when i'm dancing. and while i've always loved disco dancing, i've not always been as prone to spasticity on the dance floor.
the next day i cringe at the memories... it seems there's no dance move i won't do, no limit on the amount of dance floor i'll coopt for my own use, no unsuspecting peer i'll not rope into dancing with me.

the perfect antidote to swing, i think.