Dylan and I went to this ice rink that he hadn't been to for years. It was really great, actually. I was a pretty bad beginner, but after a while I got used to it, and it was easier. Dylan helped me to, uh, not fall, which was beneficial. We got some nasty stares from people, but who cares. I had so much fun.
This coming week. Oh, I don't even want to start it. Hopefully though it won't be as unbearable as I think it's going to be. Oh well.
Well I should get going. Anyone doing anything later? I could use a 'break-time hangout' at the Dot.