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Last time I wrote it was to bitch about a better iPod coming out. Now it's to bitch about not yet having an iPhone. I went to MacWorld and saw it. OMFG, it's HOT! I want! NOW! Okay, I must start hanging around here a bit more. I'm addicted to Digg, but still like /.

Dammit, iPod 80gig. I'm a technology whore. A total whore. Now my 60gig vid is no longer the best. Now I'm going to have to go buy the 80gig and demote my 60gig from being the coolest thing in the world (kinda) to being just an external drive. I may be a girl, but toys are to me what diamonds are to whoever it is who likes diamonds. Oh, double dammit, the 80gig is less than I paid for my 60gig.

Well, not really..., I just ache! OMG, peoples, I must be the stupidest person in the world. (If you're going to agree, go get a papercut in the crease of a finger most likely to come into contact with salt. *grin*)

For most people, starting (or, in my case, restarting) ballet with a class or two per week is good, three or four is pushing it. Because it's HARD.

This week I've got five, then, starting next week, ten. Three on Mondays and Wednesdays, one on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and two on Saturdays.

I HURT! Like severely. It's funny. I went to grab something on the floor and had to put my hands on my knees and bend over ssssslooooooowwwwlllllyyyyy like a feeble geriatric person. I don't think there's a single part of my body that doesn't hurt. My legs, calves, tummy, arms.... Okay, so my hair doesn't hurt. But otherwise?

I'm so exhausted. In a good-bad way. Good in that it's good for my health and distracts me from not-happy thoughts, bad in that all I want to do is sit around watching martial arts movies, like Bloodsport (true story about Frank Dux, who ditched the military to go fight in an underground kumite). And, you know, I'm going to lose a ton more weight. Woot!

So figurative puty, peoples! Well, not even that. I just want some ballet talk and to see what people have to say about this. 'Tis some of the only amusement I have right now because I hurt too much to even go take a bath! No, wait. Vaseline bath salts, coconut-mango bubble stuff, wine, candles.... Scratch that. Bathtub, here I come!

...and then immediately drink Coke. You'll throw up.