Hold onto something; I'm going to complain...

Some days even your lucky rocket ship underpants don't help. (OK, so I'm not actually wearing them today, because I wore them yesterday, but the sentiment holds.)

( whining )

Saturday was lovely, though. I got caught up on my sleep and took myself out for coffee in Coolidge Corner and read the only No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency novel I hadn't read yet. It was a very laid-back day, and I needed one.

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What does one do when one can't dance, and looks like a drunken elephant when trying to (and knows it), but wants to go dancing anyway?