Things I learned from country music this morning

1) There’s one in every crowd.

2) It’s usually me.

(To answer the inevitable question: I don’t know. My clock-radio is tuned to KRKT country for some reason I cannot possibly comprehend, and a certain grey cat had me pinned in bed for a good while after my alarm went off.)


Stayed up until 3:30 am on Saturday night, and woke up at 9:00 am on Sunday, which kinda threw my ever-older body for a loop. Then, from Sunday night onward, I’ve had oddly interrupted sleep—waking up two or three times a night. This recipe? Disaster.

My balance and sense of timing failed halfway through dance tonight, in rather dramatic fashion. One dance I was fine; the next I was fucking everything up. Boom.

The timing of all this was tragic, as Emerald (now studying law in Portland) and Jessica (usually busy) made unexpected appearances. Poor Emerald, who is undoubted one of the finest follows I know, suffered through my stroke-inspired WCS. I did have at least one not-terrible dance with Sarah, though, which is pretty much the only good thing to come from this evening.

More horror awaits tomorrow, when I’ll have to interact with potential clients (!) while trying to cover up my growing insanity. I’m skipping the Mountain Dew, in the hopes that being comatose will make a better impression than being jittery and paranoid.

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