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I can't believe how exhausted I am. I had to be at work this morning at 5am (meaning a 3:45am wake up), and then straight from Englewood/Centennial where I work to 70th and Broadway where I take my dance lessons. I know the lessons are only 1 hour long, but after being up and out for so long, my body is always thrown off. I only get up that early once a week, and then Wednesday afternoons are the only time that I can really go in for the lessons. So by the time I'm home around 5pm, I'm ready to pass out. The old man in me loves the idea of going to sleep at 7 tonight, though. I made that crack to Timmy (my instructor), and he apparently thought it was the funniest thing ever. He promised to have some Ensure and prunes waiting at the studio for me next Wednesday (my aunt thought this was hilarious and had to leave the room because she laughed so hard). Half the time when I'm not stumbling over his feet, we're just cracking smartass comments to each other. That kid is a charmer. :P I guess it's a good thing I'm not paying for these lessons.. haha