THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY
“Dying” repeatedly in a “gunfight” in a dance studio leaves its mark. Namely, bruises and floorburn. Nevertheless, seeing my choreographer’s face light up when I brought out cupcakes and candles made my day.
The fam went out for dinner and our waitress, a close friend, surprised my mother and I with a “double birthday” treat. Of course it involved singing. I really don’t enjoy going out to eat is the thing, though. It’s a nice gesture, but being forced to eat when I’m not hungry makes me upset, nauseous, and self-conscious. Blegh.
Came home with a fever and crashed out about 9:00 PM. You know you’re exhausted when you fall asleep in skinny jeans.
(Late)
