25 January 2005
Last night Jo and I danced for such a long time, and hour or so, round our lounge room in sari’s and with jingly anklets, to Hindi music and sung songs to Sanjib. We sweated ourselves silly, having fun in the process. I had so much fun I wanted to vomit. Yep. I couldn’t physically dance any more. But gee it was good. I thouroughly embarrassed myself outside at the car though. But so worthwhile.
Today I bought John Mayer Any Given Thursday. I wasn’t really intending to, but I did. It’s so joyful. And I got Bruce Springsteen The Rising CD with DVD and all for $8. That seemed pretty good.
I’m glad I’m coming back to Hornsberry tonight. I miss it there. I feel disconnected in this land of inner west. I have caught a lot of trains lately. I keep finding myself in places doing things I would never have found myself doing before. Like grocery shopping in the city before I go home. Or spontaneously hanging around the city. I find it discomforting.
I started reading Curious incident of the Dog in the Night time this morning. It’s so hilarious. I’m thouroughly enjoying it. I may lye on the couch this arvo and finish reading it. That would be novel, I don’t know I’ve ever done that. I might also finish my curtains so I can enjoy what private means again.