The moral of my missing credit card statement story: if you have a drawer full of stuff you’ll process “later,” you can’t let “later” drift out to the point where that stuff accumulates beyond the top of the drawer and thus gets shoved to the back of the drawer, where you (later) won’t look for that stuff.

Anyway.

This weekend I learned a valuable limitation of my all-too-limited dancing skill: I cannot dance when I’m dog-tired. That “cannot” is strict.

Alas, I learned that while trying to waltz with Kristina. It’s been a long, long time… oh, bump that. I don’t think I’ve ever quite waltzed that poorly, before. And it’s all because of a lack of sleep.

Having recovered some since that ugly Saturday evening, I can once again dance to the best of my abilities. Of course, we started West Coast Swing off this evening by watching video of some of the best WCS dancers in the world: afterwards, our comparatively simplistic moves weren’t quite as impressive.

The real rub of it, though, is that it’s not our moves that are poor: it’s the rest of our presentation. The professional dancers we watched could make the most basic steps look fantastic—and I’m talking the simple stuff, not the move where the follow literally formed a ring around the lead and then dropped down to around his waist, like a hoop caught on a peg. That was crazy.

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Another major deal of the week is the ongoing Deep Discount DVD 20% off sale. If you can stand how slow the site is, that’s a hell of a bargain.