Mascara, it’s good for what ails ya.

Horizontal on the couch with a bag of ice on my foot. Again.
Actually wore mascara to work today in an attempt to distract focus from the giant ace bandage.
Mascara. What is this world coming too?
Catching up on back episodes of So You Think You Can Dance on the TiVo.
I mean, I’m not dancing. I’m not even standing if I can help it. Might as well watch them dance.
Except they’re all injured too! Three weeks in a row, three dancers out with injuries!
Major injuries too.
Dance, man. What a crazy job. Scary and fascinating. Ballet especially:
A career that has to start before the dancer is old enough to even choose. Like getting thee to a nunnery or something. And then it’s over. And then its time to look into a second career while your contemporaries are looking to buy a nice Interview Suit.

About adultbeginner

Had my first ballet class Ever at the advanced age of thirty-two. Yikes.
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