I got nothin'.

Today was my once-a-month massage, and man! was it needed. Now, when I get off the table, I'm pretty giggly and ridiculous. I'm also so loose and floppy that going to dance class the same night is just an exercise in futility, 'cause none of the body parts will do what I tell them to, no matter how nicely I ask.

I have now learned that trying to write on a massage night is pretty silly, too. So, here's me giving up for tonight, and crawling into bed with a book someone else wrote. I'll write better tomorrow.