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Nooo! Richard Harris! Dumbledore! Waahhh!

::smacks self on head::

D'oh! I'm such a dumbass. Okay, so I'm trying to sign up for these dance classes, right? And the one I'm interested in is on Saturday afternoons. So I'm all excited about it, already got the ten-class card (so as not to pay for each individual class), put on dance-friendly clothing, etc. I was running a little late (typical), and the subway was being a bitch, but I still got to the studio about two minutes before the class started. Which is eight minutes later than the recommended time of arrival for newbies like me, but eh. Shit happens. Race up to the fifth floor, get to the sign-up desk...and realize that I left that ten-class card at home. And I don't have enough money on me to pay for the class. And it'll take me about 45 minutes to go home, get the card, and come back.

So, no dance class for me. Bah.

Instead, spammage. And I was up 'til 4:30 AM making one of these blasted quizzes. Because I'm an idiot. ( quiz spam )

hmmm...

( more spam )

Am watching Raiders of the Lost Ark. Is good, as always. Harrison Ford, how I love thee. And! John Rhys-Davies! Woot!

What in the world...?

I just heard a woman singing operatically. Just one bit of a scale. At almost 1 AM. Outside. Loud enough to travel up seven stories and through my (closed) window.

This feels vaguely surreal.