Capping it off

It's been a good week.

My car needs more work - a busted water pump - and I have no idea how I'm going to pay for it.

Gas is killing me; the commute to work is about 50 miles roundtrip. I desperately need a new job (or an extremely large raise) so I can afford to, you know, live. Still, no one has replied to any resumes I've sent out.

Stress has made me breakout all over my chin and it's just now starting to heal.

I haven't been to the gym in over a month. My gloves are starting to whisper death threats from the backseat.

... but tonight I'm meeting NewFriendMatt & co. at Pita Jungle for dinner. From there, we're going to Kat's Korner for the 7:15 East Coast lesson.

Then I'm going to effin dance my ass off.

There isn't anything else in the world that could possibly make up for this week. Even if I have to wait another three years afterwards I don't care.

Tonight I lindy hop.