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Aug. 21st, 2009 05:18 pm
jadesfire: Bright yellow flower (Fluffy duck)
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Chair dancing to (I've had) The Time of my Life makes typing apparently endless invoice payment grids vaguely bearable.

That is all.

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Date: 2009-08-21 04:34 pm (UTC)
ext_25882: (House Superhero)
From: [identity profile] nightdog-barks.livejournal.com
*nods*

Chair-dancing (and seat-dancing, in the car) is an excellent motivator for whatever needs doing.

And! I keep forgetting to tell you! Your postcard came the other day! You are such a lovely person. *hugs and ♥*

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Date: 2009-08-21 04:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jadesfire2808.livejournal.com
It's just gone onto "Summer of 69". Oh yes.

:D Glad it got there!

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Date: 2009-08-21 05:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rustydog.livejournal.com
I looked up "chair dancing" on YouTube to see what it is (I was picturing using the chair as a partner in the dance) and mostly found stuff like this. Is that what you mean? Is it kind of like mop-dancing while cleaning the kitchen? Anyway, it sounds energetic and a fun way to get through invoice grids. :)

Ooh, you're probably finished with work by now. Yay!

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Date: 2009-08-21 08:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jadesfire2808.livejournal.com
*giggle* I'm nowhere near that coordinated, in or out of a chair, but you get the general idea.

And yes, FINISHED! WOOHOO!

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Date: 2009-08-21 08:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] crystalshard.livejournal.com
Hee. I love that song. Dancing makes everything better.

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Date: 2009-08-21 08:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jadesfire2808.livejournal.com
I'd forgotten it was on my playlist, and it's just not the kind of thing you can sit still to :)

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Date: 2009-08-21 10:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] in-the-bottle.livejournal.com
Now you make me wanna start playing the Dirty Dancing soundtrack... at 8 IN THE MORNING. I blame the sun shining through the drapes for the fact that I'm up at this ridiculous hour on a SATURDAY.

Me: *glares at the sun*

Sun: *glares right back*

Me: *winces and whimper*