Happy Friday! I’m back, albeit with a cold—so if this entry reads more stream-of-consciousness-speckled-with-errors than perfect prose, I apologize in advance. (Not that I ever achieved the latter, even in excellent health.) Sleep deprivation and too many nights out have rendered me into a sniffling, muddle-minded mess, so it’s a miracle that I’ve managed to write anything at all. Strange, isn’t it, that the moment you feel inspired to do everything is the one your physical body shuts down in one final, desperate attempt to get you to slow down, rest. There’s so much I want to start now—including writing something here—but I haven’t the energy. I’m not burnt out, just drained. And mucus-y. But before I give in and sleep, my Five Things, to round up the week: 1. I would be remiss not to mention the New York International Salsa Congress (NYISC), largely because nothing else exciting ever happens in my life. (I’m only half kidding. Serious about my boring existence, but totally misleading on NYISC being a last-resort source of content.) For those unfamiliar, it’s a four-day bender of workshops, shows, and parties—a Latin dancer’s wet dream, basically—that has gained such renown that it’s become a cornerstone event of…