Quality Dancing

Now, I don't know how "quality" our dancing was last night, but I sure had a lot of fun! (Quality is the name of the event we went to last night at a bar, me and my new roommate Susan.) It was fun to boogie down and sweat like a pig. I haven't done that in a long time. We were like two old ladies at first, feeling rigid and tired (it was only 10:30 at night) and then, after two shots of liquor, of course we jumped on the dance floor and wasted no time to start shaking. It was great.

Ah, tired now. I had lunch with Carole yesterday, and it was great.

It's gloomy outside. I am going to go pretend that I am in London, and proceed to a coffee shop to read like I am the intellectual that I am supposed to be; you know, with going to grad school and all. (What a load of shit.)

Yeeeeeeeehaw.