DDR

I have a new addiction. Dan started it. He got me dance dance for Christmas. Well, I have to say that it's a lot better than working out for real. You just dance up a storm, which I enjoy, and burn up all those calories from the giant plate of Chinese food you ate last night. Not all bad. I stink at it, but that's okay. There's a little guy in the game that encourages you to do better. He'll say, "That's all right! Grades aren't everything." Thanks, buddy. Then, if you're doing really bad (as I often am) he'll say, "Maybe you should spend some time in the training room." One day, I hope to be as good as these idiots. For now, I'll settle for not making people scream when I wear my bathing suit in Mexico.