And, because I am weak-willed:

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I went out dancing at a jazz club with new people + Simon and Katie-love today. It was... amusing, but when you are SORELY outclassed by the other people at the club, and could barely dumble through the lesson, it tends to make one humble. On the other hand, I knew enough of the songs being played by the live band to be happy, and watching people and inventing narratives about them was good practice.

It just... contributed a little bit to my growing realization that I will never be part of the "in club", nor will I be able to fake it, at least not without a MAJOR work-over. Not in terms of looks, just in terms of... sociability?

I dunno. I'm just feeling pensive about it lately.

FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I should NOT have had that coffee. It is making me wig the fuck out, not just mentally but bodily.

I want to DIE. RIGHT NOW.

Edit: Shit, and now I'm into full-on fucking dying of cold. It's not THAT bad down here. Maybe I'm getting sick? Shit, I fucking hope not.

I feel like I'm going insane and falling apart and like I have a thin patina of itching powder all over my body. THIS SUCKS.

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Genius.

I am so not sleeping tonight.