last night was the swing dance. it was at this church coffee house, but swing music is swing music. dressed to the nines. the music wasn’t fast enough.

matthew and i have decided to continue taking our once a week lessons. of course, with our fabulous dance instructor, lance. his hands are always cold and dry, no matter how much he’s danced about. i get embarassed when i dance with him.

he said he worries about me, driving around at night. i say i worry about him, driving around through my thoughts at night.

i move into my new apartment in a week.

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