got me ten feet off the ground.

finished the book. somehow it didnt impact me as much as time 'traveler's wife' did at the ending. and none of these books come close to hitting me as hard as when i read about chris and emily in 'the pact'.

tired. from an assortment of different things. battling with work, handling people's requests, dealing with people.. one thing's for sure, i am so blessed to have the streetdancers, all my girls there who make me laugh in hysterics, who are the epitome of loud and quirky, yet endearingly supportive as we talk, and talk, and talk. and the guys (well some of them anyway) who are i dunno, bemused or amused, at our antics, isolate themselves in the 'guys side' of prac area, yet are always willing to be there when i want to rant/emo/do crazy stuff/just talk. at this point then i want to thank josh, who has been nothing but supportive of me the whole year, through so many different situations, always helping to lighten things up even when i've been super vexed over things. i ♥♥♥♥♥ street.

i am so irritated i have started coughing and my throat is freaking annoying me. time to go search for some lozenges and down water like a camel.