Thursday night has been "swing practice night" last two weeks, but that's just because it's Katie's only free night. I don't think it's happening tonight, being as she has sworn off swing dancing forever, or something like that. Last monday wound up being mediocre. The band was good, but the music was early rock and roll, not swing. As a result, there was exactly one brief dance between TJ and Jackie, before they decided that it wasn't the right time. I'll look up the band for next week, see if we will actually be able to try our novice feet at the music and floor.

Never did get a chance to go climbing, but that's okay; God paid me twenty dollars to stick to the ground, and who am I to argue?

My mom woke me babbling from a nightmare, so I don't know how it ends. There were wooden towers everywhere that I kept calling satellites. A loved one was trapped on one of them as it burned, and no rescue attempts could succeed. I kept falling to my death and having to start over.

So maybe I've been playing too many video games lately.

I'm going to Froggers tomorrow night, if any would care to accompany me. I'm visiting Melissa, my charming but injured co-worker. I've never really been to Froggers and it might be a decent enough place to snag food some time. This goes under the assumption that anyone actually reads my blog with enough frequency to respond before, say, next Tuesday. Oh well.

The cookies have all gone stale. Sorry. First place goes to Jackie; I think she's the only one who actually read the post, even if she didn't have anything to say about it. All other runners-up are arranged in alphabetical order by their oldest living female relative's maiden name.

Sue me, I need something to occupy the time.

In gossip? Two down, one to go. The worst knowledge is that which seeks out its student.

One week shy of the Fourth. Hurray!

I wasted the bulk of an entire day playing Shadow Man 2. Were it not for the awkward but quality company such would bring tears to my eyes. It probably would regardless if we weren't close to the end when the lengthening of shadows caused a sobering of us all.

That and I paid eight dollars for three slices of pizza and a glass and a half of vanilla coke, the other half of which has been soundly absorbed by TJ's carpet. Sorry again!

It's Sunday now, and I want to do something. I don't know what just yet, but it will probably involve more video games, pizza, and conversation. Good times. Might hit up the gym in a few to get some rock climbing in before everyone gets situated. I've only got a few walls left before I can move up to trick mode. And yes, there's always the proverbial Rocky's.

Tomorrow is Monday, which means swing night is going down. I'd as well roll dice or flip coins to divine who is actually going. I certainly don't know any better. I can count on a good conversation with Drew at any rate, and the environment is guaranteed to uplift.

There's a lack of gossip considered sore by some and Godsent by others. Somehow my curiosity in all three present matters has withered like a desert vine. Things are just too good to question or care.

Somehow my dreams have decided that Tennessee should be represented by France. I went to France last night, again. I had neither money nor transportation, nor a single clue as to how I got there. I couldn't afford food or drink, and so my hunger and thirst mounted as time passed, but never came to a head. This time I could speak quite fluently, and by the reactions I got from most people, I was somehow famous or known. I was searching desperately for someone but hadn't found them by the time I woke up. These dreams will probably persist through the rest of this month.

Au revoir.