Today is Daddy's birthday and he's getting to celebrate it in Paris this year. Cool.
Sin City rocked.
I finally got to ride in the new/old Chevy.
The dance workshop kicked my ass, but I'm very glad I went.
This should be my last week of PT, butI don't know that I'm as better as I can be. And after paying $100/wk for this, damned if I'm going to quit before they say I should.
One person in the department actually thought I got fired Friday.
My seasonal insomnia has kicked in and I've yet to get more than 6 hours of sleep a night in over a week. And most of the hours I do get aren't consecutive. Luckily, this rarely lasts more than two weeks at a time.
There's a 20th Anniversary Edition of Silverado coming out tomorrow. Rock on.