The last week before spring holiday has always been tough, though this time the week was an extra hassle. On Monday I had to go see me psychiatrist, cause, well… I ran out of medicine and I needed to vent to someone other than my mirror. So yeah, that was a blast cause I found out she’s moving to Pennsylvania, woo… bye-bye normality, hello crazy schizophrenic girl. Of course my week didn’t improve in the slightest. Tuesday and Wednesday I had a dance concert and that went over like a lead balloon. The first night I almost fell while performing and plus I saw one of my old heart-throbs there, so that was GREAT. Wednesday, on the other hand, I was great during the first dance but during our finale I slipped while everyone was walking down the bleachers, rolled down about four bleacher seats and almost broke my ankle. Heh… oh well- could have been worse. I guess in final analysis the whole week wasn’t a complete bust, and now I have time to just sit and gather my thoughts.