cinderella lost her interest for most anything else but the ball

there is a possible upcoming trip to a joint in seattle that has blues dancing every tuesday from nine to one. and guess what next wednesday is...?

best slow dancing in the universe. i have yet to make my dream of blues dancing to the national manifest on the floor. complete with back-rolling and closed eyes and touching foreheads.

oooohh dear....and i'm lost.
suck it, ibsen, i'm waiting to write that paper 'til a quarter after seven tomorrow. besides, i hate realism to your degree.

-d