itsallovernow | Bouncing Off the Walls

I am, hopefully, going to be teaching a pre-natal belly dance class! Whoo Hoo.

I've also sent my resume to a technical writing agent at the reccomendation of a client (which is good potential income).

I'm gonna go take advantage of my free personal trainer day at the gym before cancelling my membership:)

And I'm scoping out a writing class at UCLA. ETA: I've chosen a writing class, but UCLA's fucked up online registration didn't take. So now, I must call. It's Intro to Novel Writing.

Dude, when I drop one of these balls, it's gonna hurt.

I was a bastion of efficiency today (in everything except for my job) and now, having spooled that energy out, I'm bouncing off the walls, itchy and antsy and can't sit still and can't just take deep breaths and be zen. Too much stuff going on, and now, for the next day or two, nothing looming and it's not exactly fallout, not exactly decompression, but it's something and I'm glad I've got a cube to myself.

So, anyone willing to send distractions or entertainment my way would be very much adored. My co-workers will certainly thank you. (Yes, I could write, but I'll be writing tonight, and I really should do some work at work and... you know the drill).