Dance Dance Dance

Dance seems to be the only way for me to alleviate the stress I have right now. I can't go for a drive to the park to chillax on the grass and watch the clouds go by. I can't go over to a friend's house to talk it out with them in person. I'm stuck bumming rides off people, talking the over the phone (which is so not how I like to communicate, I like face-to-face), and walking to anyone's house that is close enough to mine, which is like one person and even that is over a mile. Anywho, go my life.

I'm ditching Fridays For Lunch, which I don't want to do, but I don't want to walk that far because I have a headache and my back hurts a little bit, but I'm going to take an Aleve and pray that the pain goes away in time for dance. I'm really excited for the San Francisco trip, like more than ever! The packing list just makes me all giddy and I think its kind of sad that our kids can't wear whatever colors they want because of the gang activity down there. But its what we do for the safety of others I guess.

I guess I have to walk to J-Fizzle's after dance today because I don't see any other way of getting there except for asking Mike for a ride. He's the only one there that has a car, everyone else gets dropped off or stays way after and I don't want to wait. The only way to find out is to ask now isn't it? Great. Another occasion to get my life together and get over my fear of asking people for things. I'm pretty sure if I was bleeding fatally I wouldn't ask anyone for help, I'd just kind of lie there. Maybe I shouldn't be so stubborn. I'll work on that.

I have to go, my time's almost up on the library computer.

Out like a trout.