My legs are so sore.

We had a party on Saturday night. The theme was zigazig-ha (inspired by a quote that I already put in this blog-- it might even still be on the front page); more specifically, the theme was reclaiming zigazig-ha and making it mean what you want it to mean. There were folks in drag and generally fabulous things. I was wearing (among other things) a ridiculous pair of 4-inch heels. I challenged myself to keep them on all night just to see if I could do it. And I did it! I danced like there was no tomorrow and goodness was I sore in the morning. The party itself went over well. Well attended, no creeps, ended when we were done with it, etc. Good times. Our house doesn't provide alcohol and we throw awesome parties. I am proud to say both of these in the same sentence, especially on a college campus.

This morning, I went to the gym with still-sore legs and had a good workout. I can tell that I'm getting into shape, which is neat. I love the heart rate monitors. I feel like I'm eavesdropping on my body's secrets. (Elizabeth is reading over my shoulder and tells me, "Oh god, I hate the heart rate monitors so much. I hate, hate, hate them!" But she's also an anxious wreck about health stuff. To each her own, I guess.)

I'm getting increasingly anxious about both my SMP and my impending graduation. My life! It looms before me! Sometimes I open my Google calendar and flip to May just to stare at the point in the middle where it goes from being full of events to completely unscheduled. And then I try to ignore all the deadlines I have to meet before then.