Just a little something I got from a friend...

So, I made it to a Purim party Monday evening. The last hour of dance class was cut off for it (the only part I could have made it to), but I was too sick to dance. Imah didn't want me to dance in the first place (she had a point--I tried some warming up at home a couple days before and nearly passed out). Oh well. Purim was fun. We didn't get drunk, but we sure had fun acting like it. I actually had people come to me and ask if I was okay--wait, I get that all the time. Moving on...

I don't really have anything much to say. I am plotting against a few people at dance through. They know who they are...