Bailamos!

Whoo, it's been quite a day. The first bit of it wasn't excactly remarkable. All I did was call people, one of whom was never ever home. But then I went dancing, which was quite fun.

When I left my house, I was somewhat tired and rather angry, and generally feeling icky. I felt icky mostly because I was kind of angry but felt somewhat guilty about being angry. It was an old problem that was bothering me, not exactly something that just happened to set me off. No, I just got reminded of something that has happened and continues to happen, but not out of maliciousness, and it made me angry again. Part of it was my own frustration at not being able to understand. But it's hard to understand something when you have very little information to go on. Benefit of the doubt, I tell myself.

"After all, it's not easy banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall."

But then I got to the dance. First there was a band from Ecuador that played. It was a going away party for them, since they have to go back to Ecuador this weekend. It was quite enjoyable. After that, there was a DJ playing music, and the dancing really started. So much fun. I learned a new Latin dance or two. I'll have to have Mary teach me more.

On the way home, they played Pink Floyd's Wish You Were Here on the radio. I thought that was rather a good sign. Or something. It's my favorite Pink Floyd song ever.

So now I'm exhausted, mentally and physically. I'm going to bed.