Three things amaze me:

1. That I recognized (albeit within the safety of my mind [well, until I wrote it here that is]), how eternally grateful I am about finally getting the ballet flats and being able to wear them to rehearsals.

Hm. If a time warp existed, and my 10 year old person managed to read this, her racing-car wielding, my-beyblade-will-slash-your-face-and-the-spirit-inside-eat-you-alive self would not be pleased.

2. That I continue to be sober at this time of the night, considering I just came from rehearsals, and only an hour past, I was somewhat certain I would be unable to endure lifting a finger to painstakingly push the doorbell.

But then I ate. And the world was more tolerable.

3. How utterly arrogant and conceited you are. Get over yourself, kid.