Part two, depression bugaloo.

Sunday night I sat down to write about part two of my dance class. I didn’t know where to start, so I started at the top of a mini-can of Chu-hi and worked my way down. And then I took a bath.

 

I figured why ruin the nice day I had? opua  came over, we dished, I made risotto, it was good.

 

opua  tried to write about it all, but decided to post a picture of McGyver instead...an act I applaud, but I can't leave ya'll hanging. So here's take two.

 

( The so-called dance lesson gets worse. )

P.S. If you lick this post you'll find it tastes like bile, that's the power of my aura, baby...

Part two, depression bugaloo.

Sunday night I sat down to write about part two of my dance class. I didn’t know where to start, so I started at the top of a mini-can of Chu-hi and worked my way down. And then I took a bath.

 

I figured why ruin the nice day I had? opua  came over, we dished, I made risotto, it was good.

 

opua  tried to write about it all, but decided to post a picture of McGyver instead...an act I applaud, but I can't leave ya'll hanging. So here's take two.

 

( The so-called dance lesson gets worse. )

P.S. If you lick this post you'll find it tastes like bile, that's the power of my aura, baby...