I hurt. Go-go dancing...with healing back injury...silly combination. I kicked ass last night. The manager said so. The regular DJ (who was not DJ'ing because there was a guest DJ) saw me and said so. So much to say. But must wake up now, head to a spiritual service, run to the library to return stuff, hit the dollar store on the way home. Crash afterward. No...no crashing. Look up jobs and send out resumes, answer two snail mail letters (one to Alexander in prison and one to my friend who is stationed in the Middle East). Then crash. No, then unpack more. I need another day off!!!