I kind of feel as though my time back from New Orleans has made me calm down and settle down quite a bit. Or else I'm just exhausted. I'd spent most of the weekend at home though I'd complained that I needed to get out and catch up on my dancing. Even tonight at House of Blues, I barely danced. The music was fantastic but I wasn't motivated to ask the guys for dances. Meh.
OK, not quite exhausted because I'm probably working and getting more done than I did before my little vacation. I lucked out not having to wake up at 4am this morning. However, I get to look forward to that the rest of the week. Yay with the incoming season of guerilla marketing! There's the hours at Big City Swing and teaching at Evanston. Now I get to sling shots again at the Starbucks down the street with Austin.
Funny. Not getting that jobber in New Orleans has made me determined to work harder here in Chicago. Yet... there's a weird strange and mystifying sense of calm. Normally chaos seeking me would fight to create some drama... The winds are changing. Or else I partied way too hard and this is all a hallucination.
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