Thursday, December 09, 2004
Coercion
I was forced to dance yesterday. One hour of salsa. One Two Three; Five Six Seven. It was okay for the first 5 minutes, acceptable for the next five, then grinning and bearing, and then "oh god, can't i just eat my dinner now". Unrelenting enthusiasm from RA in the face of this.
But that wasn't the arduous part of the night. It was the two full Earth hours that elapsed between Commence Cooking and Commence Wolfing times with regard to dinner. Attributable to the greediness in cooking two dinners. Stuffed, choking on risotto, falling asleep over Pulp Fiction, the day ended.
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