.: Burnt Out :.

Its official. I'm hitting the leg of my lindy hop marthon where I get a cramp...

I'm on my way to Fizz last night and I realize. I don't want to go. Really. Its the best night of the year for Fizz and I do not want to be there. Anything else and I'd crawl under the covers and tell everyone else to fuck off. This is how much I love Fizz. I go.

And I'm kinda glad I did. Noah and Evin were there. So after a few minutes of comisserating, I pull myself up by those ever popular bootstraps and get to it. Wouldn't you know it, its not only is it incredibly poplulated last night, it was the most work intensive night I could imagine. It didn't help that Lippy called me stupid in front of every one. Sigh. Or that people were telling me how to do my job. Sigh.

But it only proved what I was thunking for the last week. I'm burnt out again. Its happened more than once in the past so I know what I'm talking about. And I can't even blame this one on a boy. Sure, I guess I could but I'm not going to.

This is hard for me to describe outside of taking some of my most passionate dance blog entries like this and this one and definitely this one and just enter: bleh. I could cry.

I don't know what to do about this one...