Went pirouetting down the hall earlier today, drawing a few giggles from the other girls.

Dragged out my sketchbook again and mutilated it mercilessly, though I did manage to turn out a couple of not-so-bad Frenchmen.

Listened to music so gorgeous it hurt, then borrowed Mian's viola and tried my luck.

When my inhibitions are back, I'll no doubt feel vaguely stupid, but it's refreshing while it lasts. If this is what they call spring fever, it's a strange thing. Especially since it's been rather frigid lately. Eh, but I always was a cold-weather person; might as well get spring fever while it's cool out.

It's warmer now, but there's a breeze and it's still cool enough to wear long sleeves and look sensible. Evening approahes; it'll soon be cold again. Silly April, not that I mind.

I will sprout wings and go dancing, then realize I can't fly and modern dancing is not my cup of tea, not that I like tea anyway, and I'll fall back into myself. But not just yet, thanks.