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2006-09-25 - 9:42 p.m. My feet have been pulverized! I haven't worn high heels on any sort of consistent basis for years, so to spend an hour and a half dancing and stomping in two-inch heels was an experience. Of course it wasn't until around 11 last night that I realized that what I needed for my flamenco class was a flouncy skirt and heels. I'm amazed that I even had appropriate heels in the closet, but I did. Flouncy skirt? No. My teacher is a middle-aged balding blonde man that you would swear is gay - except he referred to his wife. It was fun and tiring and completely took my mind off all the disasters that occured today. And the disasters were legion. It was just so unbelievably bad that it was almost, but not quite, laughable.
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