Dance Magic

You remind me of the babe (What babe?)

The babe with the power (What power?)

The power of voodoo (Who do?)

You do! (Do what?)

Remind me of the babe!

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Erm, sorry.  I’m just kind of trying to keep my spirits up at the moment, and this song is the only way I know how, see, as you may have guessed, I’ve sort of run into a problem.  Let me start from the beginning.  I’ve got plenty of time to explain.

So.  This weekend, I decided I might go visit home.  I grabbed a bag of my stuff and my laptop, and headed out the door of my dorm room.  And then down a flight of stairs.  And then another.  And another.  And another.  And another.  And it’s at this point that it dawns on my that there are only three flights of stairs in my building.  I stop on the tenth floor from the top and head the hallway on that floor.  Doors line the hallway, just like they normally do, but there’s no nametags or anything on the doors.  I check the doors.  All locked.  Except for the bathroom.  I push it open, look around.  And then I head back out the door.

The water fountain is on the wall across from the bathroom door.  When I entered, it was on the same wall.  It’s at this point that I’ve pretty much confirmed that, yeah, I’m stuck in a fucking labyrinth.

So, I’ve heard of these.  They’ve happened.  He uses them now and then.  And I’ve prepared for them.  I’ve got a roll of twine with me in by bag.  Just like in that myth with…Perseus, was it?  I dunno, I can’t remember and I don’t have much to look up.

Fortunately, there’s an outlet nearby, and my internet connection still works (though it’s horribly slow, so any sort of videos are out of the question—it took minutes just to load my blog).  So I’ve got communication.  I suppose I’m still in the building.  Water fountain also works, so at least I’ve got water.  No food, though.  At least I ate not too long ago, so I won’t be hungry for a while.  I’m also noticing that my laptop’s clock hasn’t changed at all since I booted it.  Neither has my cell phone’s time display (and yes, I’ve tried calling people…it’s always a busy tone, no matter who I call).  I don’t know if that’s an electronic thing, or the fact that time’s not running the same here.  Note to self: get analogue watch, or watch that runs with gears for the next time I’m stuck in a labyrinth.

Twists and turns everywhere and alien fucking geometries.  Jeez, I keep looking up, expecting to see David Bowie’s crotch staring me in the face.

Well, I’m going to tie that string to the water fountain and see if I can make it out of here.  Wish me luck.  But don’t freak out for me.  I’ll be fine.  I can handle this.  It’s just a little maze.  A puzzle.  I like puzzles.  And hey, I’ve still got my laptop.  No reason to be in bad spirits.  *walks off humming “Dance Magic” again*