*just for the record: it was that day*

now, someone told me once that there is no such a thing as a good day. there are only bad days with some good events. i thought the contrary. i thought there were only good days with bad happenings, but maybe he was true. today i woke up to go to school, but i was too sick to do that. so i stayed home. for breakfast i had some calcium, and two cigarettes. later on i had some coffee and some more medicines and then i took a nap. what a day. when i woke up i was feeling way much better so i took a walk with my dog and then i went to meet my dance partener. we had some (more) coffee, had a few smokes and then...practice. i almost fainted because i was still sick and he was very exhausted. the place we`re dancing right now is a very filthy, small and poky room somewhere at the basement of a school. then i realised. every single moment is unique. is not like i`m ever gonna experience that again, or i`m gonna feel that sick in that room. i realised i miss my lover. i realised that i`m happy. so we payed for 5 lessons for the weekend. i love what i`m living right now.