If we could just all avoid any pix of me dancing, that would be awesome. I can tell by the extensive soreness I felt all week that i attempted some less than lady-like maneuvers as well as a heavy amount of jackassery...Furthermore, I choose to think that I dance like some beyonce shakira hybrid in my head and the last thing I want is a dose of reality washed down with a tall glass of sobriety. I chew two tablets of 'make believe' every morning gets me through the day in my rocketship...to my job on the moon. Which coincidentally, looks like the ICA and Sure, it says ' zyantac' on the box, and helps my heart burn, but let's not throw stones people. And God bless America.
-kathryn
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