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Having missed a class, I went to go to a Burlesque 1, week 1 make-up class; but it turned out to be a Pole 2, week 6 class! Well, that was fine with me. The other two girls there were super cool, and I liked having Kate as a teacher much better. Sadly, there were still a ton of things (new things or things we didn't learn until much higher classes) that I couldn't do. Sad sad sad. The other gals were taking Pole 3 and since I liked them and figured I could use the recaps, I decided to sign up, too. I'll be simultaneously taking Strength and Conditioning class, so my hope is that I'll still be able to retake Pole 4 when it's all done.  So, as previously mentioned in my 2017 round-up, I took up pole again this last December (last month). The last time I took a pole class was in 2015 when I was still working at Safe & Sound, and I've been really wanting to get back into it. A lot of it was the time commitment thing, but some of it was just not wanting to ac

Last night I dreamed that I was in a virtual game that allowed me to choose different themed adventures to participate in. I was staying in some kind of multi-faceted world complex, and I could walk across the atrium to get to the adventures. Some were based on Disney characters, like an under-the-sea Little Mermaid quest, but the one the struck my fancy most was the Nordic/Thor one. Outside the entrance participants were claiming hammers that looked like Thor's, with the advertisement that you would get to wield it just like him. There were a number of other adventures I went on before going into the Nordic/Thor game. At one point I was walking through a caged bridge that lead over someone's private islands. It had a pit stop at one of the islands, where I got to meet and speak with the owner. At another point a large family of boys/men were staying with me and my family at this giant world complex, and we were all going to go to the beach, but I had no where to change into

I'm going to cross post this to Blogger since Russia now owns LiveJournal and I don't feel comfortable posting here anymore. I'm only posting this here because it is much more convenient with linking to my past years' posts. Wow, I'm looking at my 2016 year in review, and I was miserable. Not as miserable as the year before (2015, the second-lowest point in my life), but it's putting this last year into perspective because I don't remember being that miserable. I guess that means that things got better (which they did in some senses). I'm going to attribute that to my job situation, which is not ideal, but certinaly much better than it was. On the whole, I really like where I work. I love my coworkers to death, the culture is fantastic, and I like my programming job duties. The primary sources of my stress came from my micromanaging and stubborn boss, Rachel, and having to do meeting room reservations, which took up 80% of my job despite not actually