Of Beasts and Ghosts

I had no idea that I could sleep better than I did on Monday night, but I did. For the first time in weeks, I really slept, from 10:15 PM to 5:15 AM, and I didn't wake up once. But at 5:15, I noticed a little white ghost in the corner of my bedroom... And then an orange beast came (rawr!) and chased the ghost (mowowow!) under the sink. Sigh. She's been there ever since, but at least she purred when I gave her tuna.

Interval training was especially rough this morning. Every day, when I get back from the gym, I am destroyed. I can barely drag my sorry ass up the stairs to my apartment. Something will change soon - my cardiovascular system will level up, or my muscles will heal or something, but in the meantime... 5 days per week, 4 miles per day, and 2 of those miles are flat out sprints. And moderate weight training before that. But hopefully it will all be worth it in 7 weeks when I am the hottest dancer on the floor. Yes. Fitness used to be my goal, but now I am shooting for true athletic status.

I am hopefully going to be working from home tomorrow to take care of some things. I requested an occasional work-from-home day at my last review, and my wish was granted! I just misspelled 'wish' 'qvish.' Perhaps I'm turning Romanian. Reminds me of the Grand High Witch in Roald Dahl's The Witches. Such a good book.

So! D and Louramy are heading to Regionals tomorrow, which will also qualify them for Nationals next year. They are going to win, Latin definitely, and Standard, good chance. RH is going too, and I'm totally feeling like I'm missing out on a grand adventure. I could be dancing down there too, and winning, if only I had a partner who wasn't a foot or more taller than me!