Why fat chicks shouldn't dance, or I shouldn't be fat.

I am in so much pain. There's no dancing(haha) around the subject with stories as to how I got to this wacky situation. I should just really not dance, or not dance as hard. Because when I dance, I dance hard. I think the pain was bound to happen some where around my 7th drink and Def Leppards 'Pour Some Sugar on Me'. It reminds me of Conan O'brien and that make me dance like nobodies business. Oh I love him. Let's take a moment to reflect...

 Hm....what? wah...where was I?  Oh yeah me dancing...

I woke up in considerable pain this afternoon, but suprisingly not in my head. Just everywhere else on my body. My legs, my back, my stomach for some reason? Why does what ever semblence of abs I have ache? What dance move was I doing that hurt that part of my body? Whatever. I bet it was sexy. 

By the way I can't sleep and it's about quarter after three and I sure as hell am not going to go on one of those rambling blog posts nobody reads because they just think "whyyyyyyy" the whole time. So I'll stop. But I do have a lot to say. So hopefully I'll be posting more. But less drawings. Sorry about that. You can look at Conan though.