So, my church... my lovely flipping church that also recently decided to fire my youth pastor because he didn't fit with the freaking "vision"... filled my practice room with chairs. It'll be like that until after this weekend, because we're hosting a series of father-daughter dances. That's great and all, but I was supposed to get to get paid for those dances because I was supposed to be running our coffee shop for them, but then my stupid church decided to fire ME, too, and all of the other baristas, because it's closing down the coffee shop. So... I'm a little salty. Actually, I'm a LITTLE salty about the coffee shop and the flipping chairs. That doesn't even start to cover how I feel about them FIRING MY YOUTH PASTOR. It's fine, guys... I'm fine. The point is, I don't have my practice room (is it technically my practice room? Well, no... it's the choir room. But have I taught dance in it every Wednesday for the past three years? Yes, yes I have. And have we actually had a choir in the last decade? No, I don't think so. So is it my practice room? Yes. Yes it is), so until I do, I can't film the dance. I swear I'm not just making excuses... it's the truth. So, as soon as I get my space back, I'll film it and give it to y'all as promised.

Until then, I've decided to just go ahead and start posting the preliminary chapters for my next Toby fic... which, because it received two out of the three votes casts, will be Love Feels Like. Like I said before, however, that does not mean I will not be writing Irene. The plan as of yet is this: Love Feels Like, then Mended, then Irene. Cool? Cool. So, if you feel like it, you can check that out on my profile. The dance should be up... February 11, I believe. Thanks for working with me, guys.

Also, I know it's a Wednesday. Monday, I was sick and rushing home from school and Tuesday I was sick and didn't go to school. Thus, no wifi. HOWEVER, as of today, I finally have internet at my house. Actually, I'M POSTING THIS FROM MY HOUSE, fam. Yippee... I guess there are certain nice things about inheritance even if the entire idea is absolutely horrible because I don't want her money... I want her. Whatever. Point is, this insanity should be better now, alright? Alright. See y'all whenever I see y'all.