a pain in the foot. apparently caused by shoes. all shoes. i suppose learning to walk through my feet in ballet helped, and the amount of time i spend barefoot helps, but it's not enough. no wonder when drunk i tend to take off my shoes in unreasonable places (i.e. downtown boston) - it's instinctual! (that shoe is painted on, by the way)
of course, completely ignoring the advice of the article, i'm buying a pair of very supportive sandals, having given up on anything wonderfully stylish, since my feet are completely flat and just look squished and silly in those skinny strap elegant things with no arch support (ballet flats are a very different story). thus, these:
speaking of ballet, i haven't made it back since that first class two weeks ago. despite being so much fun and so invigorating and feeling so right, the studio is forever away and i've just had too much going on (see below). but having the ballet slippers, the leotard, the tights just sitting and staring at me in my room. i need to need to need to get back. maybe tomorrow. maybe this weekend. i keep saying that.
so what do i do all day? i read, lots. for classes, for the conference this weekend, and for the paper still due for last quarter as soon i'll have to start writing papers for this quarter. insomnia's kicking in again, sadly, but perhaps it'll go away again. hah.
sorry for the dull post. life is just not terribly interesting.
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