Last night I went to my first dance party in ages. The theme of the dance party was "crap music." I danced to Whitney Houston's "I Want to Dance with Somebody." I drank. I shook my hair. I crashed into some people. I spilled water all over myself. I think I scared my friends a little. It was the best couple hours I've had since moving to DC six months ago.
It's about 20 hours later and my body hurts so much I can't move. My legs hurt. My neck is killing me. It feels like someone stabbed me with a hot poker near my left collarbone. And my ear looks kind of...burnt. No idea why.
I felt fine all morning, but as soon as I got home, I laid down on my bed and haven't moved since. I'm in a lot of pain. No more dance parties for a while.