And I still hold your hand in mine...when I'm asleep.

My body hurts.

I completed my first week of 5 1/2 hours worth of dancing classes.

My Body HURTS.

But, it's a good hurt. I actually love waking up in the morning and feeling sore...I know that's weird...but, I feel like I accomplished something good for myself the day before. I feel like I've successfully worked muscles that I haven't in a long time, and that those muscles are going get stronger...and, hopefully, my fat will dissolve. haha riiiiiight.

I need to go for a run later....buuut, I'm feeling lazy.

Tomorrow I am back to voice lessons. This makes me happy. I have missed them.

I wonder if Ginger Rogers practiced tap dancing in her garage before she was famous.

Perhaps.

my garage has grown quite accustomed to my tapping skills (or extreme lack there of)

It may seem awkward and weird now. But, someday I'm going to be in 42nd Street and you can say "Oh, I read that girl's blog."

~Cookie