Spill.

Its easier to spill here.

For some reason, even though I have a fully functional Windows Live Writer at home on the Girlfriend's laptop and a new phone *squeal* to take pictures of and upload, I still decide that blogging on Gmail is still convenient.

Maybe for the reason that I'm doing it during work hours and technically, I should be more productive and not blogging but the thing is...for some reason, this blank template entices me more to blog and leave my little "tokens of wisdom" [HAH!] rather than do a presentation about balance outcome measures. I mean, I love my job right? +P

Mmm.

I have not danced. 

Technically, that is a lie. I have danced and I've danced quite a bit with the Girlfriend over the weekend. I even went to her office and danced with EVERY single one of her work colleagues which was fun and the Girlfriend being quite embarrassed dancing in front of her colleagues. Funny seeing her act that way. She's usually quite outgoing. Heh. [If you're reading this, sweetie, don't hit me too hard, k?]

But I haven't danced danced - as though its my last night to live. I haven't danced and thought to myself, "To HELL with everything, I'm just going to spill my guts out on the floor for this dance and make the girl smile if that's the last thing I'm ever going to do on planet Earth!"

I've not burnt the leather off the soles of my shoes. I haven't felt the slight burning sensation that I get in my feet sometimes after I've danced one dance too many. 

And I'm tired. Probably more mentally than physically but I'm probably getting to my limits in different ways. 

In two days time, I will  be soaring off to the Holy Land for training and then to the Commonwealth Motherland for further training. It shall be an interesting experience.

And I know that this should really make for more interesting reading and yes, I've promised pictures but they're taking their sweet time. Crucify me. Meh.