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Mar. 30th, 2009 09:29 pmDon't rush me, sonny. You rush a miracle man, you get rotten miracles. - Miracle Max, The Princess Bride
Minor miracle.
I don't have to work Saturday. That's right, this Saturday, the day of Bellewode's Heraldic, Scribal, and Dance Symposium, and the proposed date of my belting ceremony. I cannot tell you how much this makes me happy. Except...
One kink in the works: the landlords are coming up this weekend. I'm talking with the boys to see if I'd be missed any, because, dammit, I want to go! There are things to do and learn and yeah.
One year later, and I've turned into one hell of a dance goob. I have no one to blame but myself.
Minor miracle.
I don't have to work Saturday. That's right, this Saturday, the day of Bellewode's Heraldic, Scribal, and Dance Symposium, and the proposed date of my belting ceremony. I cannot tell you how much this makes me happy. Except...
One kink in the works: the landlords are coming up this weekend. I'm talking with the boys to see if I'd be missed any, because, dammit, I want to go! There are things to do and learn and yeah.
One year later, and I've turned into one hell of a dance goob. I have no one to blame but myself.