Three-year balletversary. Still feel like a fraud. Otherwise, the weekend was spectacularly blue and wonderful. Except:
Burned my tongue eating potstickers at San Tung. Then burned my mouth eating the chicken wings. So worth it, although my tongue still kind of tingles.
Stomach has been in knots all weekend. Not sure if it’s the sporadic repasts (didn’t eat between Fri 7pm and Sat lunch 1pm; nb1: dancing while hungry kind of sucks), consumption of alcohol (nb2: don’t order long islands if you want to sober up quickly to drive home), or just my nerves (nb3: life is complicated, but you’re probably overthinking it).
Started experiencing neck and shoulder pains this afternoon. I’m becoming convinced that my bed and pillow combination is way too soft for me. I hope I can move my neck after the dental appointment I have tomorrow morning.