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I have writer’s block. (It’s probably just extreme laziness, but saying I have writer’s block makes it sound more artsy.) I blame my writer’s block on four straight days of Haddy Birthday posts last week. So, here’s another edition of crap I’ve been meaning to tell you about. You know you kinda sorta like it.
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I’ve been at the studio this week – rehearsals have started for a ballet we’re producing. When you haven’t used your body properly (or at all) for a few weeks, it means your body will make weird moaning sounds when you try to engage Ballet Mode. Also, when you’ve spent most of August working from home, you get accustomed to the joys of working without human contact. So when people talk to you during rehearsals, you sometimes forget to answer. Or just don’t feel like it.
Working from home this month also means I’ve saved up some more crap to tell you about. Let’s kill this beast.
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Here’s some more crap I’ve been meaning to tell you about:
Summer has finally hit here in Nova Scotia. After about 40 days straight of rain, it’s hot and humid. Naturally, the first hot day in ages prompted the ancient boiler at the dance studio to kick in at full tilt, and the radiators blasted heat for several hours. That means the studio was approximately 400°C (1000000°F) last night, and smelled like leg sweat. I burst into flames midway through the first class.