Bellydancing is a really good workout.
...But then you realize that your curtains are open and there are people in the parking garage across the street watching you.
(I don't think it is physically possible for me to hear "La Tortura" by Shakira and not bellydance. Heavens help us all if I ever hear that song in a crowded room. Especially if I'm drunk.)
I went on the most lovely walkabout yesterday. I'll probably write about it later. I finally got a copy of Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair, too. I'm stoked. None of my used bookstores have had it any time I've looked, and yesterday (on my aforementioned walkaboot) I stepped into a used book store on Munjoy Hill for a moment... and there it was. I am so very very happy.
I need to sing so badly right now. It's like my vocal cords are itchy. I can sing really quietly, but that does nothing to stretch out the low, chesty, belty part of my voice. I need to find a band or choir or SOMETHING before I go CRAZY!
**it'll only make me sadder when i can't conjure ghosts no more... and the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your door**