Turns out like half my tap class was gone last week, so I didn't miss anything. Most of my class is really passive, so I decided that if I'm not getting a step, hey, I'm gonna say something. So the teacher would be like, "OK, do we want to move on?" Me: "No. Can we do that again? And again?" This new routine is really hard. And I'm not alone in my struggling with it, which is nice.
Carrie's friend Mel dropped off her two cats for us to watch for the weekend. There's an awful lot of hissing and growling, but it seems to have settled down a bit. That's not so fun at 1 in the morning; you're trying to sleep and it's all "*grrrr*" "*ssfft*!" But it's worked out so far with all the other cats who have come to stay, so I have faith. At the moment they're lazing around various parts of the apartment, which is kind of cute. Aww, kitty cats!
Sorry this isn't terribly coherent. My head is kind of clogged; I think it's allergies. In any case, I'm not too good at focusing at the moment. Sorry!
Current song in my head:
"Mr. Caribbean" by Peter White