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My left-hand fingers are tingling and/or numb. I got absorbed in practicing last night and didn't notice how sore my fingers were getting until it was an hour later and time to go to bed. Still, I'm getting closer to being able to accompany myself on one of my favourite songs - I really should have picked something a little easier, though. Tonight I'll spend more time going though the song that requires two chords, A and G, (yay pop music) so that I can concentrate on strumming technique, and pack for the weekend. And download everything off my camera, find spare batteries, possibly eat dinner, air my sleeping bag, panic a bit...
Bastards' Aunts' funeral apparently went off alright. The family appears to be doing their usual laconic, uncommunicative thing (if you want to know about anything, you ask one of the in-laws. Said Aunt was one of the in-laws).
And now for todays' update:
Customer dude: Telling me your name and complaining about stuff to do with your credit card won't help me track the payment down. Firstly, I need to know the name of the company whose credit card it actually is. Secondly, most receptionists don't know that information anyway. When you ring a company, you are not going to get anyone else. Please tell me what type of person you want to speak to. Like, ask for A/c Rec or something. Whenever the person who picked up the phone and the person you need to speak to are one and the same, you'll give that person a fairly good idea of what your problem is, so that they can help you faster.
Dancemania this weekend went off. I have learnt a truckload and now just have to wait for it all to assimilate. Have also lost three quarters of a stone (4.8 kg) - there was not enough food available at any meal for me to maintain mass with the amount of exercise I was doing. It's not a horrible thing, since light (for me) meals meant I never had a full stomach at classes, but it's something I didn't need. And now I really need sleep - the evening danceparties finished at midnight and 1am, chatting and so forth then happened, and breakfast was served at 7:45.
Still on a high. Going to dance class tonight, even though my ankle is still weak, clicky and sore, and I probably shouldn't. Still, don't care; going.
Did I mention the high? I'm so enthused, it's not funny. When I can be more coherent, there shall be more postings.
