On Sunday night I went to the Tradewinds and danced, danced, danced, all night long. It was magic, my dancing: I was perfectly in sync with the pounding beats, the crazy electronic noises, the flashing lights, and the bustling crowd. It was like I was having one long subtle orgasm all night, with every movement propeling the pleasure forward, until I was nothing but pulsing sensation and delicious emotion. It was perfect. To top it all off, a cute guy even complimented me, and told me I was a good dancer. That made me very happy.

The sad part about my night out is that I tried to use my credit card to buy a drink, but it was maxed out. I have 40 dollars in cash to last me 'till monday, when my financial aid comes in. The bartender gave me my drink for free (a shot of tequila, with salt and lime, which the man from Venezuala sitting next to me encouraged me to buy, and then patiently watched with bemused indifference as I went through the licking, slurping, and sucking ritual), but that's all the drinks I'll be having for awhile, it seems.

I had an interview for a job today, at the Fees and Deposits office here at OSU, and it sounds like I'll probably get it, so my money problems should soon be a thing of the past.

I don't know if I mentioned it in any previous blogs, but I started chewing nicotine gum instead of smoking, and I'm getting really good results from that. However, because of my lack of money, I'm having to go back to cigarettes for a few days.