So, I worked for the last three days. Got some good stretching in. Got so good and sore and tired I couldn't lift myself up on the pole anymore. Which is why I'm taking today off.
Bought new shoes. My old shoes-- veterans of three years of my abuse-- shattered onstage when I landed on them after dropping off the pole. Poor shoes.
My left leg is covered in bruises. Fell down while leaning on a chair and tying my backup shoes onto my feet. This gal rushed past and I think she bumped the chair because it wobbled and I dropped. There's a red line following the indent of the tile flooring I landed on. The rest is just purple.
I'm a little tired. The first day I made exactly zero dollars. I didn't loose money to the club, but I didn't take home a single cent. (Part of that was losing my shoes and then falling down and being too hurt to move much.) The next day, I made roughly half what I make on a normal night. Last night I made a little last than the day before.
Such is life. I'm tired. Bought myself a book by Tanya Huff. (Smoke and Mirrors. A favorite.) Gonna sit quietly and read. Don't have energy to do much of anything else.
Been working on book stuff, too. So far I've got... never mind. I don't know how many pages I've got. Just a lot. Been typing like a mad person.
Yet more of the tiredness. Still, life is good. :)
A fellow stripper! I can always recognize other strippers during the summer. You just look at their legs and see the bruises.
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