Hi. I’ve recently returned from my bi-weekly country-swing dancing excursion. It rocked like crazy, as usual. I’m now sore, tired, and worn out, but that’s ok. I enjoyed it. Thank you, ladies, it’s a pleasure to dance with you all. (If I danced with you tonight, the previous line is meant for you.)
I think I have a Japanese skit script to write. I screwed up and missed a meeting I was supposed to have today to work on it with a classmate. Can you say “I screwed up horribly?”
Last night a range of emotions ran its course through me, and today (and tomorrow, which is where I’m technically at right now) has involved a hard process of living with but also dealing with them. I’m not sure it worked very well. Whelp, let God do what he will. Whatever ends up happening through everything I’m experiencing this semester has a purpose.
And with that finely rendered note finished, I shall depart to the glorious goodness of my bed. To write a skit. G’night.
