Oof, it's been like a week since I blogged. I'm tired. So tired that I almost mispelled tired. And so tired that I'm not positive that I didn't mispell "mispelled". It's not that I'm not getting sleep. It's that I keep doing things that exhaust me [laughs]. Today, for example. I helped Lara's parents pack a moving truck full of large potted plants. Then I nearly died eating sushi, when I ate a bite of wasabi that caused my throat to close up and simultaneously caused me to have a coughing fit; my ice tea saved my life. I've had a bigger bite of wasabi than that in the past and I was fine, so I'm not quite sure what went wrong this time. Also, I went swimming, which I'm not used to, so it puts pressure on my lungs that I'm not used to, and so tires me out. I then managed to re-write a resume in less than an hour that focused on my dance experience rather than my writing experience, followed by 2 hours of intense ballet/modern dance warm-up and rehearsal, followed by swing dancing to a live band at a nearby club. All of this with stretches of tiring driving interspersed here and there. All of this while energized (i.e. burning more bodily sugars) because of the "I'm crazy because I'm newly in love" feeling, which does not go away just because she's not near me. I hear this state can last up to 3 years. Lara's response to that was, "Three years? That's it? That's quitters' talk!" [laughs] I'm going to sleep now, blogger. I'll post more tomorrow. Plans and such, feelings and/or opinions. [laughs] goodnight.