Fartleks

make the baby juliana cry.

Phew. Tired. Ouch.

Those are hard.

Also, I shouldn't eat chicken too close to run time.

So

I'm trying to decide if I should go dancing tonight.

On the one hand, I've been needing to dance for a while.

On the other, I don't feel like dealing with the gothier/kinkier-than-thou crowd and the voyeurs.

On the third hand, maybe it will be quieter than usual due to holiday weekend.

Hrm.