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Feb. 26th, 2006 10:37 pmWhew! Last week I didn't go out much, but seem to have expended 130% of my available energy reading through my new amazon order and writing fic. So I've been doing quite well at work, but just slightly sleepwalking the whole time.
On tuesday was CTS good and evil discussion, which sparked the slight philosophical turn since.
On friday was Ceb's pancake party. Yay, pancakes! Yay, hugs! Yay, apples to apples!
On saturday I went to poohsoc and bullied there into being an AGM next weekend, with most of a committee.
And IVFDF. I didn't make it to any of the events, but got to the ceilidh at the end. It started a bit slow as everyone seemed too tired or shy to want to dance, or Owen (hi! Nice to see you in person), but then many people I knew turned up or stopped being stewards, and it was fun and exhausting. On my way out I stopped at a weird ceilidh/rap cross thing which was very hoppy and had actual upper body expression (thanks, Rosy) :)
I meandered fatiguedly across tiny dark east cambridge residential streets to try to cut back home via the railway cycle bridge, and collapsed on the sofa in an unheralded funk. Reading most of a diane duane young adult young wizard book pulled me through.
On sunday, it was sunny going out, so I was happy. I did a spot of shopping, and got to the *other* ceilidh. There was almost no-one I knew dancing, but I think I cadged someone nice for every dance. And all went well, with only a bit of "agh, turn round in -0.13 steps", until the final waltz, when my ballroom waltz just didn't fit (sorry, Alison).
Thanks to Sally and everyone else who organised it. Congratulations!
On tuesday was CTS good and evil discussion, which sparked the slight philosophical turn since.
On friday was Ceb's pancake party. Yay, pancakes! Yay, hugs! Yay, apples to apples!
On saturday I went to poohsoc and bullied there into being an AGM next weekend, with most of a committee.
And IVFDF. I didn't make it to any of the events, but got to the ceilidh at the end. It started a bit slow as everyone seemed too tired or shy to want to dance, or Owen (hi! Nice to see you in person), but then many people I knew turned up or stopped being stewards, and it was fun and exhausting. On my way out I stopped at a weird ceilidh/rap cross thing which was very hoppy and had actual upper body expression (thanks, Rosy) :)
I meandered fatiguedly across tiny dark east cambridge residential streets to try to cut back home via the railway cycle bridge, and collapsed on the sofa in an unheralded funk. Reading most of a diane duane young adult young wizard book pulled me through.
On sunday, it was sunny going out, so I was happy. I did a spot of shopping, and got to the *other* ceilidh. There was almost no-one I knew dancing, but I think I cadged someone nice for every dance. And all went well, with only a bit of "agh, turn round in -0.13 steps", until the final waltz, when my ballroom waltz just didn't fit (sorry, Alison).
Thanks to Sally and everyone else who organised it. Congratulations!