Well, I made it through Lundi Gras - Mardi Gras is tomorrow (well, later today, to be precise).
I worked with Amy, who was a blast. It was cool - not only did we have a great time working together, but we went down to Frenchmen street afterwards, and had a great time.
In other thoughts... I've heard that hate is not the opposite of love, but rather apathy. I've realized how true that is. When I write to somebody I care about, and they get mad at me, it hurts much less than when I just get nothing but silence. That's the worst; feeling like they just don't care one way or the other what you think or feel.
Well, I'm about a month away from doing my first dance showcase with my teacher. Oh boy. White man dancing. Never a pretty thought.
I've gained twelved pounds since I started working out again. Another eighteen to go to reach my goal.
By the end of this week, I should start moving into my new place on Bourbon. Should be fun.
Well, I'm highly intoxicated right now, so I'll let you all go.
Happy Mardi Gras!